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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 27: The stars watch the boy (2)

Chapter 27: The stars watch the boy (2)

Thud-thud-thud‍

The‌‍ knight with narrowed⁠‍ eyes walked through⁠​⁠ the mansion’s hallways,​⁠‌ deep in thought.‌⁠⁠

Servants‌‍​ hurriedly passed by,​​ heads bowed, as​ they noticed the‌‍⁠ furrowed brow on⁠ his face.

He⁠ wasn’t one to‍ create a relaxed‍⁠‌ atmosphere, but these‍ days, he was⁠​⁠ particularly intense.

“I‍​ wish I could‌​‌ ask someone for‌‍ help.”

Jager‌‍​ had been contemplative⁠​ lately.

In‌⁠ addition to his‍‌ normal duties as‌⁠‌ Joseph’s escort, he‍ had to handle‌‍‍ Vlad’s fencing and​​ other intermediate training.⁠ Occasionally, Lady Oksana‌‌⁠ summoned him to‍⁠ report on Joseph‍‍⁠ and Vlad’s well-being.‌

Of‌​​ the original five​⁠ knights serving Joseph,‍⁠‌ Roderick had died‌⁠ in the last‌‍ skirmish, and two​ others were injured⁠⁠‌ while defending Joseph.​

The‌ only remaining knight​‍ was Bordan, but‌‌ he couldn’t be⁠ trusted to train⁠‌ Vlad. Thus, Jager⁠​‍ had to step​ up.

“Raising​​‍ a boy is‍‌ quite a task.”‍‍

Jager​‌​ sighed to himself,​⁠ thinking about Vlad.‌

The‌⁠‌ new blond boy‌ hadn’t been the‌​​ easiest to deal⁠ with from the‍ start, and he‍ would need to⁠ be raised with‍‍ great care. He​​ was the kind​⁠ of boy who‍⁠‌ needed attention, no​⁠ matter how busy‍​‌ one might be.‍‍‌

Well,⁠​​ I guess I have to cultivate‌ a seed.

Jager⁠ thought as he‍‍ walked down the‌ hallway, easing his⁠‌​ stiff neck.

If⁠⁠‍ he had known‍ it would be‍‌‌ like this, he‍‍ would have cultivated⁠‌ at least one​ seed all these⁠ years.

But‌​​ Jager couldn’t complain.‍‍ It was his⁠⁠ nature, and as​ far as occupations⁠ went, his lord,‍ Joseph, was the⁠‌ busiest.

One​ had to fight​‍‍ to stay afloat.‌‌

As⁠⁠​ busy as he⁠​‍ was, Jager walked‌‍ hurriedly, but there​‍​ were voices calling⁠⁠⁠ out to him‌‌ from afar.

“Sir​ Jager. Where are​ you going in‍⁠ such a hurry?”‌‌⁠

“…Ah,‍​​ Sir Gregory.”

Jager‌⁠​ frowned, recognizing the​‌‍ man greeting him‍​ from the other‍ end of the​​‌ hallway.

“Are​ you sure your​⁠‍ dislike isn’t showing‌⁠‌ on your face?”‌

“Frankly,‌⁠‍ I’m a bit​‍ busy.”

“Well,‌ I’m sure you‍⁠ have a lot⁠⁠‍ on your plate‌‌‍ if you’re dealing‍‌ with Sir Joseph’s‌⁠​ affairs.”

He‌⁠​ was busy, and​⁠​ he wanted the‍ conversation to end⁠​ quickly, but the‍ knight in front‌‍ of him, Gregory,‍⁠ didn’t seem willing⁠​ to let him⁠ go so easily.⁠⁠

“Is​⁠ there something you‍⁠ want to say?”‌‍​

“At⁠ least you have​​⁠ good insight.”

“I⁠​ am busy at‍ the moment.”

Jager⁠​‌ felt a queasy‌⁠ sensation seeing Gregory​‍‍ close to him,⁠​ but he didn’t⁠​ treat him poorly.⁠‍‍ Gregory was one⁠‍ of the knights⁠​ who remained neutral.⁠​⁠

All‍‌​ the knights of​​⁠ House Bayezid, while‍ obeying Fether’s orders‍ first and foremost,​ were politically divided.‍ Rutinger, the first​ son. The second​⁠‌ son, Joseph. Deciding⁠ who would be⁠‌⁠ the next head‌⁠ of the family⁠ and who would‍⁠⁠ follow was a significant matter.

“To​‍ a knight of⁠ Sir Jager’s caliber,​ an squire should⁠⁠⁠ have been given⁠ to educate, and‍‍⁠ indeed, now it’s‍⁠ a bit too​⁠ late. I, Gregory,⁠‌‌ believe so.”

“…”‍

But​⁠​ the knight standing‍​ before him, Gregory,‍​ wasn’t the one⁠ caught in the‍ middle of choosing⁠​ between the two.‌ He was simply​ a free spirit,‌ an eccentric even‍​‍ among the knights,‍​ and that’s why‍ he didn’t choose‌‌ anyone.

“Take⁠ care of your‍‍ squire.”

“My​ Portly is already​‌ grown, too grown.​​‌ But he needs‌‌⁠ to lose some​​ weight.”

“What⁠‍​ are you trying‍‌‌ to say?”

Gregory‌​ rubbed his hands‌‍ together and opened​ his mouth, seeing​⁠ Jager’s eyes sharpen.‍

“He⁠‌​ mentioned Vlad, found⁠ him quite good.”‌‌

“He‌ was chosen by‌ Sir Joseph himself.”​⁠⁠

“He⁠‍‍ has character and​‌ a lot of⁠‍‍ energy.”

“What’s‍ your point?”

Gregory‌​⁠ quickly interrupted Jager’s​​‍ irritation.

“Intruding​‌⁠ into a squire’s‌‌ affairs is not‍‍ becoming of a knight. They don’t‌‍ match.”

“Indeed.”‍‌

Jager‌ rubbed his chin⁠‍ and looked at‌ Gregory as if​‍ he finally understood⁠​ what was being⁠‌ said.

“I’ve‍ heard that Vlad‌‍​ has been making​ friends with Portly⁠⁠ these days…”

“That⁠⁠ kid doesn’t have⁠ friends. Thinks he’s‍ better than others.”⁠‍​

“Please‌‍⁠ tell him to⁠ spend more time‌ with Portly.”

Even‌‌ the most regal‍ knights sometimes had​‌ to ask a favor from someone.​

“Still,‍⁠⁠ it’s my cousin’s‍‍‌ nephew, and I can’t let him​‌ stay here and‍ be beaten, and‌​ I’ve tried asking⁠‌ favors from others,‌ and they have​​ nothing to do⁠ with it.”

“Free‍ of charge?”

Gregory,‌ thinking he had‌‍ gotten through to⁠ Jager, smiled and‌ offered his hand.‌

“If‌ things go well,​‍​ you can ask​ me for help​‍ later. But don’t⁠​ make it too‌ dangerous or difficult⁠⁠⁠ of a request.”​

“…Hmm.”‌

What⁠​​ Gregory was asking​⁠ Jager to do​ now wasn’t something⁠ he shouldn’t have⁠ been doing anyway.​​ And he was⁠​‌ one of the‍ reasons he was​​ so busy.

“I’ll​‌ talk to him.”⁠⁠‍

Jager,‌‌ who had been‍⁠ short of personnel‍‍ for some time,⁠ shook Gregory’s hand‌⁠ without much thought,⁠ and they parted‍ slightly.

“But​ he doesn’t really​​‍ listen.”

“Oh.‌ That kid is‍⁠‍ really going places.”‍⁠​

Even‌ Gregory was a bit surprised to​‍‍ hear that even⁠‌​ a knight of⁠ Jager’s skill and‌ temperament had difficulties‍⁠‌ with squires.

“Hoho‌‌‌ Well, a knight⁠‍ who’s going to​ be great must⁠‌‌ have a world​⁠ of his own.”⁠⁠

“He’s‍​‍ just stubborn.”

The​‍‍ knights, who had‌​ just shared their​ concerns with clasped​ hands, went their‌⁠‌ separate ways.

“At‍ least he’ll pretend​⁠ to listen, right?”​‌​

Jager‍​‌ thought to himself​ after Gregory and‍⁠​ he separated.

If​​ he doesn’t listen,‌‌ I’ll make him⁠ listen.

If‍​ he doesn’t listen,‌‍​ I’ll hit him.‌⁠⁠

After​⁠ all, he owed‌‍‌ Joseph seven years‍​‌ of loyalty.

***‌​⁠

“Ahhh!”‌‌‍

Vlad,​⁠ who had just⁠ grabbed the reins⁠‍‍ and was about‌⁠ to mount, let​‍‍ out a grotesque​‍ scream and rolled‌​​ on the ground.⁠‍​

Puhhhhhhh.‍​

The‌‍‌ horse that had‌ thrown Vlad to⁠⁠‌ the ground shook⁠‍ its head and​‍ began to paw⁠ the ground.

Wow!‍‍

“Calm‌‌ down! Calm down,‌ boy!”

The​‍ stable boys assigned‍‌ to this lesson‍ tried to calm‍ it down, but,‍‌‌ to their great⁠ surprise, the horse‍‍‍ started bucking and‍⁠ staggering.

“Oh‌‌ no!”

Vlad​⁠ quickly moved away​ from the horse,⁠‍‌ which menacingly lifted‍ its front hooves.‍

It⁠⁠ was a disaster,⁠‍ but it was‍‍⁠ better than being​​ crushed by a hoof.

Hiiiiing-.‌‍

As‌‌‌ soon as Vlad‍​‌ was out of⁠‍​ earshot, the horse‌ began to calm‍​‌ down again, as‌⁠ it always did.⁠‍

“But‌​‌ what the…?”

Vlad’s‍ heart sank as​​‌ he realized that⁠⁠⁠ the horse was​ normally calm, but‌‌ when he took‌⁠‍ the reins, it​ went crazy.

“Vlad!‍⁠ Get down!”

“Instructor.‍⁠ One more chance…”⁠

“Oh​‍‍ no. The horse​ got scared, and‍‌​ besides, you said​‍​ you’ve never ridden‌​ before. It’s too​⁠⁠ dangerous now.”

Vlad‍‍ cursed under his​ breath, frustrated, while‌⁠ the instructor refused‌‍ to let him⁠​⁠ approach the horse.‍​

“Darn​ it! You’re supposed‍⁠ to be up‌⁠ there!”

Vlad‍⁠‌ felt pathetic in​⁠​ his current state.​

He‍‌ knew nothing about​‌ the boys here,‍ but he understood⁠ the value of‍ every minute of‌ his training.

The​‍ classes the House‌‌ of Bayezid provided‌⁠ to its squires​⁠ were about advanced​ skills—things not easily​ taught elsewhere.

And‍⁠ to be denied⁠ such a valuable⁠ opportunity, to be⁠‍‌ sent away, to​‌​ be denied the‌​ chance to try,⁠ it was a bitter pill.

Again‌⁠‌ and again, for⁠ days on end.‍⁠

“Darn⁠‌‍ it!”

Not‌ the horses, but⁠⁠ most animals, and​ none of them⁠​‌ listened to Vlad.​⁠‍

“A⁠​ guy who can’t‍ ride a horse‍ wants to be‍⁠ a knight?”

“He⁠​ should have learned‍ riding a long‍ time ago.”

There​ were some who‍⁠ taunted Vlad with‌‌‌ comments.

He‍‌⁠ turned his head⁠ to follow the‍ snickers behind him,​ and there were​‍​ some of the‍‍ squires who normally‌‌ hung around Sovanin.​‍

They⁠⁠ hadn’t been approached‍‍⁠ because they were​ too far away.⁠

“….”⁠​

He⁠‌ was tempted to⁠⁠‌ hit them, but‍⁠⁠ he decided to⁠‍ restrain himself.

It‍⁠ was true, as‌‌ they said, that⁠​‍ he didn’t know​⁠ how to handle‌‌​ his horse.

Moreover,​‍ he could have‍​ gotten himself in‌‌ trouble if he‌ had rushed.

He‍‍ couldn’t afford to‍​ mess it up​⁠ with such a trivial matter when‌ he was the‍‌ only one watching‌⁠‌ his back.

“We’ll‍​‌ have to get⁠‍ rid of him.”​

Instead,‍‍ I saw the‌‍⁠ opportunity to expose⁠ him and give​‍⁠ him a good​‍ beating.

The‌​ fist is something‌​‌ so mysterious that‍‍‍ it can convey⁠ your intentions without‍⁠ words, and you⁠⁠ don’t even have‍‌‌ to ask for‌​ it.

Just‍ like the vassals⁠​ who now act‌‍‌ dumb and refuse⁠‌ to look at⁠‌‌ him.

“Ah,​ but why not.”​

Vlad‍​⁠ ran a hand​ through his hair,​‌​ roughly, and approached​‌ where the vassals‌ were gathered and⁠‍ sat down forcefully.​

“Sovanin!”⁠⁠

“What’s‌ happening!”

As⁠‌ soon as he⁠​‌ sat down, he‍‌ saw Sovanin stylishly​‌ riding over the​‌ obstacles.

Vlad‍ didn’t want to​ watch, but he‌ couldn’t avoid eye‍ contact with Sovyanin,​‍‌ and his stomach‌ churned.

“Haha,​⁠ I’ve been riding‌⁠⁠ since I was‍ a child, so​‍ of course, I’m​⁠‌ good at it.”‍‌

Vlad‍ was a talented⁠ guy, and even‍⁠ among mercenaries, he​‍⁠ was willing to‌‍ take on the‍‍⁠ role of a captain. However, unlike⁠‌ him, the squires‍​ here were all‍ prepared.

The‌⁠​ only thing they‌ lacked was real-world​‌ experience, and once⁠⁠ they had that,‍ they could easily‍​ handle minor mercenaries.⁠

Except⁠‍⁠ for a few,​​ like Portly.

“Are​ you okay, Vlad?”​⁠

“Don’t⁠ talk to me.‍ I want to⁠​⁠ be alone.”

“Ugh.”​

Portley‌ approached to console‌⁠‍ Vlad, but his​ abrupt reaction made​​ her shrink back,⁠⁠⁠ and she returned‍‍‍ to her seat.​⁠

“I’ll‌ definitely try again.”‍⁠​

Vlad’s‌ eyes burned as‍‍‌ he looked at⁠ the horse that‌ had thrown him.⁠‍

Hiiiiing-.⁠

Unaware‌ that this gaze‍​​ would only scare⁠⁠ the horse even‌‌ more.

***‍

“The‌​⁠ problem isn’t the‍ captain.”

“What?”‌​

After⁠ the riding lesson,​ the squires dispersed​‌ to attend to⁠‌ their duties.

“It’s‌ not your fault;​⁠ you didn’t even‌‌⁠ get to ride.”​

“I​ did.”

Vlad​ followed the stable‌ boys as they​‍‌ walked away with⁠‌‌ their horses, wondering​‍ if he could​‌ get away with⁠​ it once again.‍‍

“I’m‍⁠⁠ not an expert‍​ in handling horses,”‍‌ he said, “but‌‌‍ not many people​​ can even get​‌ on a horse​⁠ in the first​⁠⁠ place.”

“You’re​​‌ not going to‌‍​ argue, right?”

“No,​ I won’t argue.‍‍ I’ll listen.”

Goethe‌‍ lifted the bucket​‌‌ he was carrying.​​​

“The⁠‌‌ Bayezid horses are​‍‌ well-trained. They don’t​⁠ get scared of⁠ people.”

“But?”​​​

“But‍ when the captain‌⁠‌ approaches them, they‌‍​ get scared and​​⁠ run away, which​ is strange, whether‍‍​ they are good‌ or not. Other‌ people also said⁠​ it was unusual.”‌‍

“Damn.”‍​‌

As⁠ Vlad listened to‍‍⁠ Goethe’s words, scenes‍⁠‍ flashed through his‍‍ mind.

“Because‍​ all animals hate⁠‍ me?”

It​ had always been​‍⁠ like this.

Dogs,‌​ cats, birds.

Anything,‌‌ they all got⁠ scared whenever Vlad‌‌⁠ approached them.

He‌ hated it so‌ much that Zemina‌​‌ used to laugh‌ at him, saying⁠⁠⁠ he was a human who must⁠ have done something‍⁠ bad in a past life.

It’s‍⁠ hard to refute‌​⁠ that, as, for‍‌‍ starters, you would‍‍‌ have to set‌​‌ a trap to⁠‌‍ catch a cat⁠‌‍ or something if⁠ you hadn’t even⁠ touched it.

“Does​​ it happen with…?”‍

Vlad⁠⁠ wondered if horses‌​⁠ avoided him too.⁠‌

It‍ wasn’t a matter‍ of liking or‌ not, it was‌ something that had‍‌ to be done.⁠‍​

“But‍⁠​ did you ride‍ Lord Jager’s horse?”​​

Undoubtedly,‌⁠‍ Vlad had ridden​‍ Jager’s horse the‌‍ night he fled‌‍ from the dead.​

Although‌⁠ it had been​‌‍ ridden by Goethe.⁠​‍

“Lord‌‍‍ Jager’s horse must⁠‌‍ be very expensive.”⁠

Vlad‍ tilted his head​‍ once more at​ Goethe’s comment that⁠‌ a good-quality horse‌ would not easily‍⁠ be intimidated.

“I‌⁠​ can’t even dare‌ say I can‍⁠ ride expensive horses.”⁠

It​ makes no sense​‍ to lament what⁠‍ hasn’t happened.

Anyway,​ today I haven’t‌⁠​ ridden.

“Let’s‌ go.”

“Aren’t⁠‌⁠ you going to‌⁠‌ ride?”

“I’m​⁠ heartbroken.”

Deciding‌ it was better‍‌ to prepare for‍‍ his duel with‌ Jager than to‍‍ ride a horse‌​ that would never‍​⁠ work, Vlad turned‍​​ towards the training⁠ grounds.

When⁠⁠ he turned around⁠‍ to leave, a familiar voice called‍⁠ him.

“Hmm.”​‌​

Vlad​‍‍ could have ignored​⁠‍ it, but he​‌‌ decided to go‍‌​ to the source.‍​‍

Jorge‍ had insisted in⁠⁠ the past that​‍ he observe the‌⁠ unusual trends in​⁠​ his surroundings.

Danger⁠​‌ and threats were⁠‌ always lurking.

Vlad‌​ walked along the‍‌ mansion’s gloomy perimeter,‍ following the sound.⁠‌

Puck…!⁠

Puck!​⁠‍

And​‌ there it was,‍‌ a scene he​ had already witnessed‌‍ countless times when‍⁠‌ he lived in⁠‌​ the alleys.

“If​⁠​ this pig had‌‍‍ just left me⁠ alone lately!”

“Isn’t‍⁠ it nice to​‌⁠ have a friend⁠​ after all these​⁠ years?”

“Dirty‍ pigs stick with⁠ dirty pigs anyway,‌ they’re meant to‍​ be together.”

There⁠ they were, Jager‌‌ and his group.​‌

Surrounding⁠⁠⁠ a sobbing Portly.‍⁠​

‘They‍​ beat him up‍⁠ like that.’

Vlad‍ clenched his teeth⁠⁠ seeing them strike‌‌‌ the crying Portly,⁠‌ unable to speak.​‌

“It’s​ the same wherever‍ you go…”

The‌‌‌ good ones, the‌ bad ones.

In⁠​‌ the end, they‌⁠⁠ were just people‍​ living at the‍‌⁠ expense of the‌‌‌ weaker ones.

Vlad⁠‍ leaned against the‍ mansion’s wall and⁠ closed his eyes.⁠

“…”​​‍

Should⁠ I go or‍‌ not?

When​‍ he was in‍⁠‍ the alleys, the​​ decision was simple.​

If​‍‍ they were beating‍⁠‌ Zemina, Javén, or⁠⁠ someone from Jorge’s‌​ family, Vlad would‌ have intervened without⁠​​ thinking.

It‍ was an alley​ law that you‌ had to act‌⁠ for those bound⁠ to you as⁠‍‌ brothers, whether by‌‍​ family ties or‌‌‍ organization.

But​​​ the man they⁠​ were beating wasn’t⁠‌​ one of his‌‍​ brothers.

They​ were just eating‍ together.

“…But‍⁠​ I feel like​⁠ crap.”

Normally,‍‍ Vlad would have‌‍ gone without thinking​ twice, but now‍ he stood still,‍‍ contemplating.

Should‍ he or shouldn’t‌ he?

How⁠⁠‌ much is another,​‌‌ and how much‌​ is me?

And​ am I a person capable of⁠​ defending others?

“I’m‍‍‍ ambiguous…”

The‍‍⁠ boy had not‌​ yet realized that,​‌​ as much as‍ his world had‌ expanded, it could‌ hold more.

Vlad’s⁠​ troubles deepened as‌ he listened to⁠ Portly’s pitiful cries.‌⁠‌

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