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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 29: Invitation from Deirmar (1)

Chapter 29: Invitation from Deirmar (1)

“What’s‌ happening…?”

The​ instructor, though not​⁠ a knight, was​‌ a man experienced⁠ in many aspects.‌

He⁠​⁠ had served House‌‍ Bayezid as a knight for many‌ years, having fought⁠‌ and survived numerous⁠ battles.

Fether​ valued his experience​‌ so much that​‌‌ he entrusted him​ with the role​ of a tutor‍​‍ to train the​ squires, and that’s‌ why he had​‌​ been training House⁠‌ Bayezid’s squires for⁠ almost a decade.​‍

But​ even for a man who had‌ been training squires⁠⁠​ for so long,‍‍ today’s events were⁠‌ nothing short of​‌ embarrassing.

“Why​​ is this all‍ we have today?”⁠⁠

The‍‍ instructor asked with‌​‍ a bewildered voice‌​​ as he looked‍‍‍ at the squires‍‍⁠ gathered in the‍ barracks.

He​ was surprised that‌‌ not even half​ of them were‌⁠ present.

Had‌⁠ there been an​ accident?

Food‍‌ poisoning?

Or⁠‍ a rebellion against⁠ me?

Many‍‍​ thoughts crossed the​ instructor’s mind.

“Why‌ are you all‍​​ standing like fools?⁠‌ Isn’t there a single person who‌⁠ can answer me?”‌

Upon⁠‌ hearing the instructor’s‍​ shout, all eyes​‌‌ naturally turned to​ one place.

“Speak,⁠​⁠ Vlad.”

There​‍ stood a blond​ boy with a split lip and⁠ several ugly bruises.​‍

“It‌ seems they are‌​‍ sick.”

“What?”‌‍

The‌‍ instructor raised an‍ eyebrow at the‍​ insincere response Vlad⁠ had just given.‍​‍

“Something‍⁠⁠ is bothering him,⁠​‌ and it seems​ he won’t come‌ out for a while.”

The‍ instructor couldn’t help‍‍ but be perplexed​​​ by Vlad’s answer.‍⁠‍

“Sick?”‌

They‍‌ couldn’t be.

It‌⁠ couldn’t be that‍‌‌ not just one,‍‍ but more than‌‌⁠ a dozen of​⁠⁠ the guys who‌ were unruly just​‍⁠ yesterday suddenly fell​ ill.

“…”⁠⁠

Sensing⁠ that something was​‍ amiss in Vlad’s‌​ response, the instructor⁠​⁠ turned again to⁠⁠​ the squires gathered.​

“Nothing.”‌

Sovanin.⁠⁠​

And‍‍ not a single​⁠‌ squire who used‍ to be with⁠⁠ him.

The‌‌‌ only vassals gathered‌‍ here now were‌‍​ those who were⁠⁠ not close to⁠⁠ Sovanin and those‌​‌ who had followed​‌ the knights in‌ the last monster‌​‌ hunt.

“Have‍ they fought?”

Sometimes,⁠‌ yes.

When‌ you have a group of boys‍‍ with a lot‍​ of fire in​⁠ their veins, it’s‌‌ normal for there​‌ to be some‌⁠⁠ scuffles here and​ there, and once​‌⁠ every few years,⁠​ more or less,‍‌‌ a scuffle large⁠‌ enough to call‌⁠ it a brawl.​​‍

“Are​‍‍ they all right?”​​⁠

But⁠ this time was​ a bit different.‍

The‌⁠⁠ remaining men were‌‌⁠ not exactly troublesome,‍‌ and they all‍ looked too good‍‌​ to have been⁠ in a fight.‌

Even‍​⁠ after blinking his⁠‌ eyes and searching,​ the only one​ who seemed injured‍​ was Vlad, the‍ newest squire.

“It‍​‌ can’t be.”

For⁠‌⁠ a moment, a thought crossed the‌⁠ instructor’s mind.

It​ was the only​ possibility that could​ fully explain what⁠ was happening.

“Did⁠ you do this​‍‍ by yourself…?”

The‌​‌ instructor blurted out‌‍ the conclusion that⁠​‍ naturally came to‍ his mind, but​⁠ the response was​‍‍ simply disdainful.

“There‍⁠⁠ aren’t many people⁠‍​ here today. Can⁠‍ we practice a bit more horseback‌ riding?”

“Sure…”‍‍‌

The⁠​‍ instructor looked at‍‍ Vlad, who naturally‌⁠ avoided his question,‌⁠‍ and realized.

It’s‍⁠ you.

‘And​​ more than a dozen, all by⁠‌⁠ yourself.’

This‌ has never happened‌‍‌ before.

In​⁠‍ over a decade,‌‌‍ the instructor had​​⁠ never seen a squire take on‌‍⁠ a group of‍​ more than ten‌ men by himself.​‌​

This‌‍⁠ one is out‍‍ of specifications.

He​‌​ swallowed saliva due​‍ to the tension⁠⁠‍ he felt in‌⁠​ his throat.

“…Yes.”‍

Faced‍⁠​ with the boy⁠‌​ he knew he​​ couldn’t handle, he‌‌‌ could only nod.‌

***​​⁠

A regular encounter among⁠ knights unfolded once.⁠‍

The⁠‌⁠ knights faced each‍​⁠ other across a wide red carpet,⁠ with Pether seated‍ at the highest‌​⁠ position.

Unintentionally,⁠‌ Joseph’s supporters were⁠‍‌ facing Rutiger’s, and⁠​‍ those neutral stood​ on the other‍​​ side.

“We‌‍ have rearranged the‌ work schedule to⁠‌ accommodate Lutger’s absence⁠ and the knights⁠ who will soon​ be on a mission.”

An‌ elderly knight stood⁠⁠ just one step⁠ below Fether.

His‍ hair and beard‍‌‌ were gray, but‍⁠​ his voice was​ as clear and​ strong as ever.‍‌​

Indeed,‍​ the knights responded‍⁠‍ to each of‍‌​ the glances he‍ directed.

A man who, with⁠​ Fether’s permission, controlled​‌‍ all the knights‍‍ of House Bayezid.​

Someone‍​​ who deserved it.⁠‍​

“So,​‍‌ my lords, I hope you will‍‍‍ reconfirm your duties.”​⁠⁠

Anatalas,⁠ Captain of the‌ Order of Knights‍​‌ of House Bayezid.​

The​ meeting continued at⁠‌‌ its pace.

“The​‌ next item on‍​ the agenda is‍ the distribution of⁠ sacred objects sent‌‍‌ by the Church.”‌⁠

Anatalas⁠ used his keen‌‍ senses to detect​⁠‍ a shift in‌‌‌ the atmosphere.

“I​ suppose it’s a good thing.

But‍​‍ he had no​ intention of betting‍‍‌ on it.

“…”​​

“Hmm.”⁠

Jager’s‌ group, who for⁠⁠​ some reason seemed‌⁠ relaxed, and Rutiger’s​ group, which appeared⁠ subtly severe.

Anatalas‍ had noticed the​ subtle war of​‍⁠ words, but for‍⁠⁠ once, he decided​​‌ to let it​​⁠ pass.

For‌‍‌ once, he thought,‍ he could do⁠⁠​ something to boost‌⁠⁠ the spirits of​ Joseph’s faction knights.​‍

Although‌‌ Jager and Bordan‍‍ were the only‍ two knights of​​ Joseph still standing.‍⁠

“Finally,​​ if anyone has⁠⁠ any suggestions, speak‍ up.”

“…”​⁠

Seeing​‌ the knights express‌‌‌ through a brief‍ silence that they⁠‍​ had nothing more⁠‌ to say, Antalas​ inclined his head‍‍ towards Fether, who‌‌ was seated at‍​ the highest seat.​‍

“I’ve⁠‍ said all that⁠‌ needed to be⁠⁠‍ said.”

“Well‌ done.”

The​​ meeting had concluded.‌

Only‍ the order to‌‌‍ dissolve the Chamber⁠ remained, unless something‍ else happened.

But​​⁠ instead of the‍ order that should‌ have followed, there⁠⁠‍ was an eerie‍ silence.

“…?”​

Just​⁠ in time for​⁠ the knights to‍ sense that something​‌ was amiss.

At‍​ that moment, Jager‍‌​ realized Fether’s gaze‌​ was upon him.‌

With‍⁠⁠ a faint smile‍⁠​ of unknown meaning.​⁠

***‍

“Lord‌‍‍ Jager!”

Someone​ tapped Jager on‌‍⁠ the shoulder as‌⁠ they made their⁠⁠ way through the⁠ crowd of knights.​

“What’s‍ happening?”

“As​ if you don’t​ know.”

Gregory‌‌ smiled, his beard​‌ twisting around his⁠ face.

“The‍‍​ word has already‍‌​ spread.”

“What​ rumors?”

Seeing‌ Jager fiddling with‍ his eye patch​ and feigning ignorance,​⁠ Gregory smiled as‍ if he couldn’t‍ help it.

“They‌ say Lord Jager’s‍​‌ squire had great‌​ power and defeated‍ the squires all‌⁠‌ by himself.”

“He​​‌ did…?”

Jager​​⁠ was acting with‌‍ both knowledge and​‍⁠ suspicion, but Gregory​ didn’t feel particularly‍ offended.

“Well,​‍ I guess it’s‍​ worth making a fuss about for‍​​ once.”

Meanwhile,​⁠‌ the knights who‌⁠ had followed Joseph‍ had done little‌​ to puff up‍‌ their chests.

The​ man they served,‌⁠ Joseph, was not⁠⁠ a shining light‌​‍ like Rutiger, and‌‍ with only five⁠ knights, it was⁠​​ challenging to achieve​ anything.

The​​​ tide of power‌​ was shifting, and‍​⁠ all they could‍‍ do was endure‍​​ to save their⁠‌‌ lives.

But‌⁠‍ today, for the‌⁠‍ first time in⁠ a long while,⁠‍‌ they could stand‌‌‍ firm.

“…”⁠

“You‍​ brought a rabid⁠ dog that doesn’t​​​ know whom not‍‍‌ to bite.”

The​‌‍ knights clicked their‌ tongues and walked‌‍ past, but Jager​​⁠ could only gaze‍‌‍ deeply.

With‌ just a slight‌‍‍ expression of disdain.⁠

“I‍ have a good‍ eye for people,​‍⁠ after all. I told you, he‌ would go far.”⁠‌

“I​‌‌ told him to‌ share a meal​‌ or something.”

“He’s‌​ a knight and​‍ has good character.”⁠‌

“He’s⁠​⁠ so kind that⁠ he represents others.”‌

“You‌‍ can go see​⁠ him. Although, he⁠⁠‍ might be a bit challenging and‌ defiant.”

Jager‌ fiddled with his‍​⁠ eye patch while‌ listening to Gregory.‍⁠

Jager‌‍⁠ was a man‍ who didn’t show⁠⁠⁠ much joy, if⁠ any other emotions.‌‌⁠

But​ even if he⁠​ didn’t say it‍​ out loud, he‌​​ knew he thought‌ Vlad was fortunate.​‍​

He​ alone had taken‍‌⁠ down fourteen of‍‍‌ them, a feat⁠⁠‍ that would have⁠​⁠ made Joseph smile.‍‍

“You‌ deserve it.”

After​ all, a knight‌‌ of his caliber⁠ had worked so⁠ hard that it‍ was only fair⁠​‍ to be rewarded.‌

With⁠⁠ that thought, Jager⁠‍ headed towards Joseph’s‍‌‍ office.

***‍​

In​‍ Joseph’s study, in​‍⁠ a quiet corner​⁠ of the mansion.⁠⁠

Once​‌ there, Jager quietly​‌ announced his arrival.​⁠​

“Come‌ in.”

With‌ the room’s owner⁠‍ giving permission, Jager​​‌ grasped the door‍⁠ handle, turned it,‍⁠ and entered.

“Are‌​ you well?”

“I’m‌‌ fine.”

There‌ sat Joseph, with‌⁠ even darker eyes⁠​‌ and a weary‍‌ appearance.

With⁠ a large box‍​ in the middle⁠​⁠ of the room.⁠‌⁠

“My⁠‍ father has sent‍‌⁠ a gift for⁠ Vlad.”

Noticing‍​⁠ Jager’s scrutinizing gaze,‍ Joseph revealed the​​ identity of the‍⁠ box.

“It’s​ not peanuts again,‍ is it?”

“No…⁠‍⁠ He has a strong memory of⁠‍ that.”

Having‍‍‌ been struck once⁠ by Jager, Vlad​‌ didn’t make the‌‌​ mistake again. Jager‍ naturally eyed the‌⁠ box that Fether‍​⁠ had sent with‌​ suspicion.

Vlad‍​⁠ was a man⁠ you couldn’t catch​‍ off guard.

In‌ more ways than⁠‍‌ one.

“I’ve⁠ checked. You can‌⁠‌ rest assured.”

Relieved​​‍ by Joseph’s words,‍ Fether opened the​⁠ box in the​ middle of his​‍ study.

“Oh…”‍​​

While⁠ Fether opened the‌‍⁠ box, Bordan, who⁠ was by his‌‍ side, couldn’t help‍‌ but let out⁠​‌ a small exclamation.‍

“Armor…”‍​

Inside​⁠‍ was a meticulously​‌ crafted set of⁠‍ armor.

A breastplate, pauldrons, wrist⁠⁠ and knee guards,‌ and even shoes.‍⁠⁠

It⁠​⁠ was leather armor​⁠‍ too finely made‌ to be sent‌‌ to a mere‌‍ squire.

“…”‌‌⁠

But‍ unlike Bordan, who‌‌ exclaimed in admiration,⁠‌‍ Jager merely looked‍​​ at the armor‍​‍ with serious eyes.⁠

The​⁠​ sunlight shining on⁠‌⁠ the black leather‍‍‌ armor reflected in‍ the gaze Fether‍ directed at him.⁠‍

“Orc‌ leather.”

“It’s‍⁠ not the best​‍⁠ leather, but it’ll‌‌ do.”

“That,‌ too, is the‌​ hide of a gray orc.”

“Yes…”​⁠

Jager‍ carefully took out‍ the grayish armor‍​‌ and examined it​ closely.

Anyone‌‍ who wielded a sword cared a lot about their‌⁠‍ gear.

But‌​​ Jager didn’t inspect​‌‌ his armor out⁠‌ of mere curiosity.‍⁠⁠

“It’s‍​‌ been a while‌​ since I’ve seen​ this.”

“I‍⁠ suppose you meant​​ that.”

What​ Fether had sent⁠​‌ was a suit‍‌ of gray orc‌​ armor found only‌ in the north.⁠

Therefore,‌ armor made from‌‌‌ gray orc hides⁠ was a sign‍​ of Northern warriors.‌‍‍

Jager​⁠⁠ looked at the‌ gray armor with‍ deep eyes.

“Where⁠​‌ do you think‍ he spotted you?”‌

“I‍⁠‌ don’t know. Do​ you want to​ catch him and‍ torture him?”

“Ah!”​

Bordan⁠ exclaimed, finally catching​⁠ up with their‍‍⁠ conversation.

“So‍ it was the‌⁠​ armor of a gray orc!”

Bordan⁠⁠ lowered his palm‌⁠ as if he‍ had realized something‍‌‍ and approached the​‍ armor Jager was​ holding.

“It’s​‍ been a long‍​ time since I’ve⁠​‌ seen it. I used to see‍ it often when⁠ I was a squad leader.”

“Because⁠‌ the squires we⁠​ have now are‌⁠ only worse than⁠⁠ back then.”

Only‌​‌ now were knights​ coming from all‍⁠⁠ corners of the‌ continent due to​‍ the reputation of‍ House Bayezid, but⁠​​ for generations before,⁠ they had risen​‍​ to power through‍‌​ their own homegrown‍⁠ knights.

Anatalas,⁠‍​ the current leader⁠‍‍ of the knights,⁠​ was one who​ had started from‌⁠‌ scratch.

The‍‌​ knights of that⁠⁠​ time were known‌⁠ to northerners as​‌​ the Golden Generation‌ of House Bayezid.‍​‍

It’s‌ an old story‍ now.

“He‍‍​ has earned my​⁠ father’s approval within‌⁠ a month of​​​ coming here, so​⁠ I would say⁠‌‍ he has already‍‌⁠ proven worth the​⁠‍ investment.”

“Yes.”‍

Jager⁠⁠ replied, carefully placing‌⁠⁠ the armor back​ in the box.​​​

“I‌‌‌ don’t think any‍‍ of the squires​ can match him,‌ at least not‌‍ right now.”

“I’ve‍‍‍ heard that story.⁠ The word has⁠ already spread.”

Joseph⁠‍ averted his gaze‌ and looked at⁠ Jager.

Their⁠​ gazes met, and​‌ they spontaneously smiled.‍⁠

Our‍​ judgment was not⁠ wrong.

“Good.”‌

Joseph⁠ opened the last‍⁠​ drawer of his‌‍ desk and pulled‌ out a letter.​

“We’ve​⁠‌ suffered a great​‍ loss, but we‍ can’t let that‌‍‌ stop us.”

Joseph⁠ opened the letter’s​‍ envelope and handed‌⁠‌ it to Jager.​

“What’s⁠‍⁠ this?”

“The‌⁠⁠ next step.”

Reading‌​⁠ the letter, Jager​‌​ nodded at Joseph’s⁠ words.

“That’s‍⁠‌ fine. Lately, it’s​‌‍ been piling up⁠‌‍ on me.”

Upon​‌ hearing Jager’s words,⁠‌ Joseph turned to​ look at Bordan.⁠‍

“Get‍ ready.”

“Where⁠⁠⁠ are you going?”​‍

While‍​‍ the blond boy‍‌ from Bayezid Mansion‌​‌ was proving his‍⁠‍ worth, the dark-eyed‍⁠ youth was also⁠ struggling to get‌⁠‍ back on his⁠‌ feet.

And​ with that, a letter.

It​‌ was an invitation,‌⁠ but also a step toward an‌​‌ opportunity for Joseph.‌⁠

“Let’s⁠‍‍ go to Deirmar.”⁠

The​‍ swollen clouds in​⁠​ the blue sky‌​​ drifted southward.

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