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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 286: Side Story – What Do You Want to Become? (1)

Chapter 286: Side Story – What Do You Want to Become? (1)

To‌ be honest, Jager‌‌ was not that‍⁠ angry.

Because​ he had always‍ thought that something‍‍ like this would‍‌​ end up happening‍‌ sooner or later.​

After​‍​ all, they were‌⁠ still children barely‌‍‍ between thirteen and⁠ fifteen years old.‌

And​ on top of⁠ that, this class⁠​‍ was practically the‍⁠ first to recruit​‍​ squires from across⁠‍ the entire continent.‌

It‍ was inevitable that‍‍⁠ some kind of‌‌ problem would arise​​ sooner or later.​⁠

“Although​ I didn’t expect‍ them to pull‌‍ it off this⁠ quickly. It’s only​​ been two weeks⁠ since they arrived.”‍‍

That‍‌⁠ was his honest‌⁠‌ opinion.

He​⁠‌ was not surprised⁠ that it had​‍​ happened.

He‌​‌ was surprised by‌ the speed.

“Congratulations.⁠​ You’ve just achieved​‍ something that even⁠‌ your father never⁠‍ managed. Reaching the‍‌ crime of insulting‌ the imperial family​ at the age⁠ of thirteen. It’s​ truly impressive.”

Though,​​‍ strictly speaking, it⁠‌ could not even‌‍ be called insulting​‍⁠ the imperial family.‍‌​

Renvar⁠‌‍ Mordian only had‍⁠​ imperial blood.

He‌⁠ did not belong⁠ directly to the‍ imperial family.

However,‌ seeing Emil sitting‌⁠​ there with that⁠‌‍ proud expression, and⁠ the mole on‍ top of his‌​‍ head wearing an‌⁠ even prouder expression‍‌ while crossing its‌ arms, managed to⁠ irritate him.

“They‌⁠‍ really make a good pair. At⁠‌ least it’s good⁠⁠​ news in the‌​​ middle of this‍ whole mess.”

“Yes.​ After all, we’re‍​ comrades who fought‌⁠‌ together on the‍‌ battlefield.”

When​​‌ Emil finished speaking,‌‍‌ both he and​‍ the mole nodded​ at the same‌​ time.

They‌⁠‌ looked like companions‌ who had fought​ side by side‌ for years.

And‌​ that was precisely​​​ why it was‌​⁠ so absurd.

“…It’s‌‌‍ incredible. You became⁠‌‍ friends with a spirit you can’t​⁠‍ even talk to.​‌ So why couldn’t‍‍ you do the⁠ same with the​ squires from the‍ center?”

If⁠​ the boy sitting⁠ before him had‌​⁠ been anyone else,⁠⁠ Jager would have‍⁠‍ already beaten him‌ and hung him​​‍ upside down.

But‌​ he did not.​

Because​ he had already⁠‍‌ learned from experience​‍ that physical discipline‌⁠‍ did not work‌​ on someone like​​‌ Emil.

“I​‌ wouldn’t say we‌⁠‍ failed to become​‍​ friends. I’d say‍⁠ we were in‌ the middle of‍⁠​ becoming friends. At‌⁠ least that’s how​‌​ I see it,‍‌ Lord Jager.”

“Oh,‍​ really?”

Jager​‌​ shrugged after hearing‌‍​ that shameless answer.‍​

The​⁠‌ look he gave‍⁠‍ him clearly said.⁠⁠​

Go⁠‍‍ on with your‌‍ nonsense.

“Yes.‍⁠ Because Renvar wanted⁠⁠​ this to happen.”‌⁠

“Renvar​‍ wanted this?”

“Yes.⁠ At least, I think so.”

However,‍‍ the answer that‌ followed was not‍‌ simple nonsense.

On​ the contrary, it‌​ was a conclusion‌ born from surprisingly‌⁠ deep reflection for‍ someone his age.⁠

“He⁠ was always nervous.⁠​⁠ Renvar, I mean.”⁠‍‌

From‌⁠ a very young‍ age, Emil had​⁠‍ been caught up⁠ in all kinds⁠⁠ of conflicts.

His‌ origins were complicated.‌​

And‌​​ there were many‌ people connected to‌ those origins.

“Every‍‍ time he tried‍‍‍ to provoke me,‌ his heart would‌‌ beat really fast.‍ That means he‌ was afraid. It‌‍‍ also seemed like‍ he didn’t want​ to do it.”​⁠⁠

That‌⁠ was why Emil​‍⁠ had immediately realized‌⁠ that Renvar was‌ different.

People‍​ who pick fights​ generally fall into‍ one of two‍‍​ categories.

Those⁠ trying to look‍ brave.

Or⁠ those who are‌​ simply idiots.

But​⁠ the accelerated heartbeat‌‍‍ that his sensitive‍ ears picked up‌​⁠ told him that‍⁠⁠ Renvar belonged to‌​ neither category.

“And⁠​ he also seemed‌ to be constantly‍​ watching someone. I’m⁠​ guessing the escort​‍‍ knight who came‍‍‍ with him. The​ more I ignored⁠‍ him, the more‍ nervous he got.‌⁠ So I decided⁠‌ to give him⁠‌‍ what he wanted.”⁠

“…..”‌‍‍

“I​‌⁠ don’t know for‌ certain, but I’d‌ bet that Renvar‍​ will sleep soundly​​ tonight. After all,‍‌ he completed his⁠ job.”

He​ did not understand‌⁠ complicated political matters.⁠

But​‍ he did understand⁠‌‍ instincts.

And​‍⁠ even though he‍ was still young,‍⁠⁠ he had managed‌ to reconstruct part‌ of Renvar’s situation‍‌⁠ using clues that⁠⁠ could only be‌⁠ perceived on the​‌​ ground.

Many​⁠ of his conclusions⁠​​ matched information Jager​‌ already knew.

“Hmm,⁠‌​ I see.”

Honestly,​⁠⁠ that’s not bad.​⁠

I thought he was⁠‌ a hopeless savage.‌‍⁠

But​ in certain ways,‌‌ he resembles his‌ father a great‌⁠ deal.

“And⁠ that’s why you⁠ caused this entire‍ disaster? Fine. It‌‌‍ sounds convincing.”

After​⁠‍ hearing the explanation,⁠‌ Jager nodded with​‌‍ satisfaction.

Seeing​ that reaction, Emil‍​ relaxed a little.​

But⁠ shortly afterward, he‌‍‍ was handed an​⁠ object that completely​ changed his expression.⁠

“…What‍‍ is this?”

“Isn’t‌ it obvious? A doll.”

“Yes,​​ but why are​‍ you giving me⁠⁠ a doll?”

It​⁠​ was a small​⁠ toy elephant.

Just‍‌ an ordinary doll.⁠​​

Emil​‌ did not understand‌‌⁠ the intention.

And​‍ although he was‌ still young, he‌‍‍ was already too‌ old to play‌​ with dolls.

“Even​‍‌ if there’s an‌‌‌ explanation for Renvar,‍ I can’t ignore‍​​ the fact that‍‍⁠ you turned it‍ into a full-scale⁠​ brawl.”

Jager‌ was right.

The‌ fight had been‍‍​ so large that‍​⁠ the entire manor​‍‍ heard about it.‍‍

Nearly‍‌‌ a hundred boys‌⁠⁠ had become involved.‍⁠⁠

It​​ was hardly a minor incident.

And‍‌ on top of‌⁠‍ that, the escort​‌​ knights from the‍ various families had‌ already filed complaints.​‌

Jager‌‌​ needed to settle⁠‌ the matter properly.⁠‍

“They⁠​⁠ say it’s a disciplinary tool from‌‌⁠ Dorothea’s Lu tribe.”⁠‌⁠

Upon⁠ hearing the words‍‌ “disciplinary tool,” Emil‌ had a bad‍ feeling.

He‍⁠‍ carefully examined the‌ doll.

Especially‍​ that pale green​‌ trunk that seemed⁠‌ to be begging⁠​ someone to squeeze​⁠⁠ it.

And‍​‌ when he finally⁠ pressed it, the‌‍⁠ doll immediately demonstrated‍​‌ its purpose.

“Hello,‌⁠ little one. Why‌ don’t we start​ by introducing ourselves?”⁠

“…Couldn’t‍ we just end⁠​⁠ this with a beating?”

“No.”​​

“What‍‍ if you hang‍⁠⁠ me upside down⁠⁠‍ again? Last time‌ was really awful.”​‍⁠

Emil​ continued proposing physical⁠ punishments for himself.​‌

But‍⁠ Jager merely stirred‍ his tea with⁠‍ a teaspoon.

“From‍​‍ now on, Squire‍‍ Emil will speak‌‌ with this doll​⁠‍ every night, reflect​‍ on his day,​‍‍ and repent for‍ his actions. And⁠ it would be⁠‍​ good if the‍‍ accomplice mole participated‌​​ as well.”

Jager‍⁠ knew perfectly well​⁠‍ that physical pain‍‍‍ had little effect‍ on someone with‍ dragon blood.

In⁠​ fact, they tended​⁠‍ to enjoy it.⁠⁠​

They‌​ viewed it as‍ a trial to‍ overcome.

“Dorothea‌ will check it‌ every day, so‍​⁠ don’t even think⁠⁠‍ about skipping it.”‌​

That‌ was why he​ had to attack‌‍‌ him mentally.

It⁠​ was one of‌ the most important‌​​ lessons he had‌ learned while teaching⁠⁠ Vlad.

“Uuuu…”‍​

“Kyuuuu…”‍‍‌

With⁠‌⁠ dejected expressions, the​⁠⁠ boy and the​ yellow mole left‍​ the office.

Once⁠​ both had disappeared,​​​ Jager slowly lifted⁠‌‍ his teacup.

“…Even‌ so, the fact⁠⁠ that even a child was able​ to notice means‌⁠‌ they’re putting too‍ much pressure on‍⁠ him.”

Lost​ in thought, he⁠​ began lightly tapping‌ the table with​⁠‍ his fingers.

Tap.‌‍ Tap. Tap.

A low, repetitive sound.‍

After‍⁠ organizing his thoughts‍ amid that calm‌‌ rhythm, he opened‌‍‌ a drawer and‌ took out a letter.

“It⁠⁠ seems the current⁠‌ Lord Chamberlain is‌⁠‌ considerably more impatient​ than the previous‍ one.”

The‌‍ letter was a recommendation.

A formal request for‍​‌ Renvar Mordian to‍ be accepted into⁠‍ Sturma.

It⁠‍‌ came in a high-quality envelope.

And‌‍⁠ at the bottom⁠ was a signature.⁠⁠

Lord‍‍​ Chamberlain Razmael.

The‍​‌ man who had​‌‌ been appointed after​‍ the death of⁠⁠ the previous Lord‍‌ Chamberlain, Armand.

***‍⁠​

“It‍ must have been‍​ very difficult for‌ you. Of course​⁠ you could feel‌ that way.

But‍ what do you​‍​ think about trying‍‌‍ to think first‍​ about the friend​⁠⁠ who got hurt?”⁠‍

“This‌‍‍ is completely insane…”‌‍​

Holding‌‍ the talking elephant‌⁠⁠ as he walked‌ toward his room,⁠​ Emil felt miserable.‍

‘A‌​ talking doll at​⁠ my age. Damn‌ it.’

Boys⁠⁠ Emil’s age were⁠​ especially sensitive about​​ things like that.⁠​⁠

They​ were no longer‍ little children.

It⁠‌​ was the age​‍‌ when they began​ worrying about appearing‌‍​ masculine.

And​‍ at precisely that‍ delicate stage, he‌‌ now had to‌⁠ walk around carrying⁠ a doll that⁠​ looked like it⁠‌​ was made for‍⁠⁠ babies.

And‌‍‍ not only that.⁠⁠

From‍ now on, he‍ would have to‍​​ tell that strange⁠ creature about his‌‌‌ problems every night.⁠‍⁠

Just‌⁠ thinking about it‌‍ made him want⁠ to cry.

“Hampton,‍ I’m back. Give​​⁠ me a sausage.”‌‌

Even‌‌‍ though it was⁠⁠ someone else’s room,‌‍ Emil opened the⁠ door as if​⁠⁠ it belonged to‍​⁠ him.

Immediately⁠⁠​ afterward, he hurled​‍‌ the elephant doll​ against the wall​‍‍ with all his⁠‌⁠ strength.

Then​ he tried to‍‌‌ open the sausage⁠ box as usual.‌‌‍

However,​ sitting on top⁠⁠ of it was⁠‌​ a child watching⁠​⁠ him with a surprised expression.

“He’s⁠‌⁠ not a girl.​​ He says he’s‌ a boy. His​‍ name is Tarenian.”⁠​⁠

It⁠ was a boy​​ with light brown⁠​​ skin and orange‍​ eyes, features uncommon⁠‍ in the North.‌

He⁠​ had just arrived‍⁠ because he lived​​‌ very far away.‌‍

And⁠ now he was​ smiling as he‍​ extended a hand⁠‍ toward Emil.

“Hello.‍‍ I’m Tarenian. Tarenian⁠‌ Morvia. Nice to‍ meet you.”

The‌⁠ southern boy explained‌ that his territory‍​ was famous for​​ sugar.

“Sugar​‍‌ made from sugarcane.​ We make all‍​‌ kinds of products‌ from it. In‍ fact, we also⁠ sell molasses to⁠​⁠ the North. You‌⁠​ know, the kind‍ used to make⁠⁠ rum.”

He⁠‌‍ was incredibly talkative.⁠⁠

His‍‍‍ way of speaking​⁠​ sounded strangely rehearsed.‍⁠‍

Normally,​ Emil would have‌‌ thought he seemed‌ like a fun⁠ guy and would‌ have continued the⁠ conversation.

But‍ he was not​ in the mood​ for that today.‍⁠‌

“Fine,⁠ Tarenian. I understand⁠ that you’re happy​ to meet me.”‍‌‍

But‍⁠ I just want​⁠ to rest for‌⁠‍ a bit.

You​ don’t know it,​ but today has⁠​ been a really​ exhausting day.

“It‍​ must have been‍​​ very difficult for‍ you. Why don’t‌⁠ you tell me​ about it?”

“Shut⁠‍ up, talking elephant!”⁠⁠

The⁠ doll took every⁠ opportunity it could​‌ to butt in.‍​‍

Annoyed,⁠​ Emil kicked it.​

He‍⁠ hit it so⁠⁠⁠ hard that it⁠‍⁠ flew up to‌‍⁠ the ceiling and⁠ bounced several times.‌‍⁠

However,‍ Tarenian seemed more‌‌‌ interested in the​ doll than frightened⁠​⁠ by it.

“So,‌ if you would‌⁠‍ kindly move away‌⁠‌ from Hampton’s box,​​ I’ll take a few sausages and‌ quietly return to‌ my room.”

“What⁠ box? This one?”​‍⁠

Tarenian⁠‍‌ pointed dramatically at‍⁠ the box he‍‌‍ was sitting on.​‍​

“Sorry,⁠‍ Emil, but this​​ is no longer‌‍​ Hampton’s sausage box.”​‌

“…What⁠ exactly is that⁠ supposed to mean,‍ Hampton?”

“It‌⁠​ means exactly what‍⁠‌ you heard. It⁠ belongs to Tarenian‍​‌ now. I sold⁠​ it to him.”‌

The‍⁠ first thing Tarenian‍‌ did after officially⁠​​ becoming a squire​⁠ of Sturma was‌ collect items related‌ to the Swordmaster.⁠​

He⁠‍ was an obsessive​⁠ admirer of Vlad.⁠‌‌

And‍‍​ among the things​⁠‍ he had acquired‍ was Hampton’s sausage⁠‌ box.

“It’s‍ not just any​ box. It’s the⁠ box that contained‌‍ the sausages Sir‌​ Vlad shared with‍⁠ his friend Portly​⁠ Kannor when they‌‍ were young. I bought it for⁠‍ only ten gold⁠ coins. What do​⁠‍ you think? An⁠​ excellent deal, right?”‌

While‌​ Tarenian rambled endlessly‌ about heritage, historical​‌ value, and antiquity,​ Emil looked at​​ Hampton.

‘You‍‍‌ scammed him? You⁠ told him this​ box is more‌⁠ than twenty years⁠‍ old?’

‘I​‌ only sold him‍‌‌ a dream, Emil.⁠‍‌ Besides, if the⁠ buyer is satisfied,‍‍‌ what does it‍‌​ matter?’

As‍⁠‍ Emil shot him​ an accusing look,‌‌ Tarenian finally finished⁠⁠ his explanation.

“But‍‍ the box is⁠​‌ what has value.​​‍ The sausages don’t.”⁠‍

“Could‍​ you immediately take‌‌⁠ back what you‌‌ just said? The‌ sausages are the​‍​ pride of the‌‌ Kannor family.”

“That’s⁠‍ precisely why I can give you‌‌‍ all these useless‍‌⁠ sausages. You can‍⁠⁠ take every one‍​ of them.”

Upon⁠ hearing that, Emil’s​ ears practically perked⁠ up.

However,⁠‍ the request that‍‍​ followed made him‌⁠ frown.

“In‍‍ exchange, I’ll only⁠ ask one favor.⁠ I have my‍ favorite piece in‌‌ the collection here.‍‍​ I just need‌‍ you to get​‍ some signatures.”

Tarenian⁠​ carefully opened a case that he​‌ guarded as though⁠​ it were a treasure.

He⁠​ handled it so‌ delicately that he‍ had even put⁠ on white gloves.‌​

And‍‍​ what he pulled⁠ out were two⁠⁠ handkerchiefs.

“They⁠‌‍ are exact replicas​ of Lady Zemina’s‍‍ and Lady Alicia’s‍​ handkerchiefs. Exact down‌‌⁠ to the smallest​ detail. Look at‍ this one from⁠‍⁠ Lady Zemina. They‌‌ even copied the⁠‌ mistake in the⁠‍​ original embroidery.”

According‌‍⁠ to Tarenian, the​​‍ romantic stories connected​⁠‌ to those two⁠‌‍ ladies were the⁠ most popular in⁠ the South.

In‌‌‍ the North, the⁠‍‍ most famous legends‌​​ were usually those‌ of the Dragonslayer‍​‍ or the Honorable‌‌‍ Banner.

But‌‌​ in the South,⁠ the love stories​⁠‌ had traveled much⁠‍ farther.

“If‌​ you can get​‌ signatures on these​‍ two handkerchiefs, forget‍‌⁠ the sausages. I’ll‌⁠ do anything that⁠‍ can be solved‌‍ with money.”

He⁠ clasped his hands‍​ together pleadingly.

He‌‌ looked exactly like​ a hungry brown⁠⁠ cat.

But⁠‍ even a hungry⁠ cat could not⁠‌ be granted everything.​

“I‌ can help you​‍ with anything else.​ But not with​⁠ the handkerchiefs.”

“Why?‍‍‌ Why?!”

Those​ words wounded Tarenian​⁠ deeply.

Because‌​​ the main reason​​ he had crossed‍ half the continent⁠ to reach the​⁠ North was precisely​‌ to obtain those​ signatures.

“Why‍‍​ not? They’re my‌ favorite pieces!”

With​‍⁠ his eyes wide‌‍ open, the brown​ cat clung to‌⁠‍ Emil.

Emil​ peeled him off‍‌⁠ and answered in⁠ a tired voice.​‍​

“In‍ my family, talking‍‌‍ about the handkerchiefs​‍ is forbidden. Every​​ time the subject⁠‍⁠ comes up, the⁠ atmosphere becomes awful.”​‌‌

Upon​⁠‌ hearing that he‌‌‌ would not get​​ the signatures, Tarenian’s​⁠ eyes began filling‍⁠⁠ with tears.

Emil‍ also became depressed⁠ when he realized‍‌⁠ that meant no‍⁠‌ sausages for him.‌​​

And‌⁠ Hampton, wounded because‍​ someone had called⁠ his sausages useless,​‍‌ buried his face​ in a pillow.​‍⁠

Inside⁠​ that small room,‌‍‌ three boys were‌‍​ completely miserable.

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