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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“He‌ was pickpocketing.”

Burleigh​ spoke from behind‌⁠​ Vlad, who was⁠​ looking frustrated.

“He⁠ was awkward, foolish,​​ and he had‌‍‌ no skill. That’s‍​‍ why he got‌⁠ caught.”

“······.”​⁠‍

Rather‍‌​ than responding to‍ Burleigh’s words, Vlad​‍​ was examining the‍‍ condition of the‍‍​ child writhing on‍‌‌ the ground.

“Did⁠⁠‍ you cut his⁠ fingers?”

“No.”‍​

“Did​ you cut his⁠ ankle?”

“No.”​‍‍

Burleigh⁠‌ smiled as he‌‌ watched Vlad inquire‍‌ about the young‍⁠‌ pickpocket’s condition.

Because⁠‍ he was confident⁠ that his cute​ junior would definitely‌ hand over the​⁠ silver coins.

“It’s​‍‍ really fresh. I just gave it‍ a little touch.⁠⁠ You can eat‍ it raw if‍ you want.”

“Hahaha!”‌‍

“Then!⁠‌‍ I even gave‍‌⁠ it a good‍‌ beating to make⁠⁠ it taste better!”‍

The‍​ members of the‍‍ Jorge Family who⁠⁠​ were behind them‍⁠ burst into laughter​⁠‍ as if Burleigh’s⁠‌⁠ words were amusing.⁠‍‌

“······Fine.”‌‍

Vlad​ sighed and took‌ out the glittering⁠⁠ silver coins from‍ his pocket.

“As⁠⁠ expected! I was​ sure my proud‌ junior would agree‌ to the deal.”‌

“Next⁠‌ time, don’t call​‌ me. Just kill⁠​ him.”

“Why‌ do you say‌‍ that? We’re gang‌⁠​ members, not murderers.”‌‍‍

“The​‌‌ bastards who scam‌​‌ their own family⁠‍ members.”

The⁠​ members of the⁠ Jorge Family just⁠‌ laughed even when‍‍ the youngest, Vlad,​ uttered harsh words.‌

They‌‍‍ had already recognized‍ Vlad, who had​⁠ survived in the‍‍‌ tough back alleys.​‍​

They‍ could easily tolerate⁠‌‍ the harsh complaints‍​ of their young‌⁠ brother.

“The‌⁠‍ big brothers are​ going for a drink!”

“Go⁠ and catch a venereal disease.”

“As‍⁠‌ expected of the‍‍⁠ rising star! Vlad’s‌‍ club is spicy,⁠⁠ and his tongue⁠ is sharp!”

“I‌​ don’t know if‍‍‍ his middle club⁠ is spicy too!”‍

“Hahaha!”‌

Moreover,‍ Vlad stood out‍‌ despite his young⁠​‍ age.

The‌​‌ sharp awl is​​ bound to stick‍ out of your‍‌ pocket no matter‌⁠ where you are.‍

Surviving⁠ in the slums⁠⁠‍ alone was not‍​ enough, Vlad had‍‌ also taken control‍ of the young‍ vagabonds in the​⁠ alleyways and garnered⁠‍ the attention of‌​‌ various gangs operating⁠‌⁠ within the slums.⁠‌

He‌ was an object⁠‌ of admiration for‌ young vagabonds in⁠ the alleys who‍ had not yet​ received the gang’s‌​​ call.

And‌‌ the boy was‍ the top priority​​ recruitment target for‌​ gangs in need‍ of talent.

That‌‌ was the value⁠‍​ possessed by a 16-year-old boy, Vlad.​

“Get‍‍ up, before I kill you.”

“Ugh…⁠‌ ugh…”

Vlad​ said while tapping‌ the bound boy‍‌ with his foot.⁠​‍

“Did‌‍​ you see that⁠⁠⁠ I just got‍⁠⁠ ripped off? Read‍ the atmosphere.”

“Huh…”‍

In​‌ response to Vlad’s​ stern warning, the​‌ dark-skinned boy with‌ both hands bound‌ and a gag​​ in his mouth⁠‍​ rolled on the‍ ground with all‍ his might and‍ managed to stand‌​‍ up somehow.

“Puh-ha!⁠​‍ Sorry, Vlad. I was trying to‌ slip away in‌‌‍ moderation.”

Vlad‍​ couldn’t tell if‍ the boy was‍ apologizing for pickpocketing⁠‌‌ or for getting​⁠ caught, but he​​ could at least‌ see that the⁠‍⁠ young black boy​‍‌ in front of​ him was sincerely​⁠ apologizing.

Smack!‍​

“Ow!”‍‌​

“I⁠​ am really pissed.”⁠‌⁠

After​‌‌ vigorously slapped the‌​ back of the​‍‍ black boy’s head,​‌⁠ Vlad rubbed his⁠​ eyes with both‍‍ palms as if⁠​ tired.

“Five‌⁠ gold is getting‌‌​ farther away again.”‍​

“Do‍‍ you need money?‍ Then borrow it‍ from the one-armed⁠​ Jack.”

“I’d‍​ rather eat rat‌⁠⁠ poison than borrowing​⁠​ from that guy.”​⁠

Vlad‍​ shook his head⁠​⁠ when the name⁠⁠​ of another boss,​ who ruled the⁠⁠ back alleys alongside​⁠⁠ Jorge, came up.‌​

“Did​‍‌ you have any​⁠ broken bones?”

“No.”‌⁠

“Then​‍‌ get out of​​​ here right now.”⁠

“…Are‌⁠ you going to‌ tell my hyung?”​

Whether⁠‍⁠ he was aware‌‌‌ of how close​‌ he had just​⁠‌ come to being‌⁠​ severely beaten or​‌‍ not, the black⁠​ boy was simply​‌​ afraid that his‌⁠ actions would be‌‍‍ reported to his‍ older brother.

“I⁠ will get 40​​ silver from your‍ brother.”

“No,‍ Vlad, please!”

“Then​⁠​ your brother will‍​‍ give me 40‍‍ silver, and you‍ idiot will get​ at least 400‌​‍ beatings.”

The‍⁠⁠ young black boy‌⁠ smiled fearfully and‌⁠​ predicted the impending⁠⁠‌ future after seeing‌​ Vlad’s unwavering blue​⁠‍ eyes.

“Next‍ time, I won’t⁠‌ get caught…”

“Maybe‍‍ you haven’t improved​‍ at all because​‌‍ you’re so stupid.”​‌

Vlad‍ ushered the young‌‍‍ pickpocket, who was‍⁠​ pledging his next‍ success, out of‍‌‍ the shop with‌⁠ a gloomy expression.‍⁠⁠

Watching⁠⁠‍ the black boy‌‍​ disappear into the‍‌‌ alley at the​ end, Vlad raised⁠ his head and‌⁠ looked at Rosa’s⁠​ smiles.

Rosa’s‍​ smiles seemed to​ be filled only⁠ with tranquility without⁠ flashy lights.

However…​​⁠

“…‌‍ I need someone’s‌ comfort today.”

Today,⁠‍ he just ruthlessly⁠⁠‌ dealt with an‌​ innocent customer and⁠​ heard about the​ corruption of bright⁠ Madame, and even‍‍‍ had money taken‌ by senior members.‍‍​

Normally,‌‍‍ he would go​⁠⁠ inside the Rose’s⁠ Smile and get‍ some sleep, but⁠‌⁠ today he decided‍ to bask in‍⁠ the bright sunshine.​

Vlad‍‍‌ walked in the‌‌ opposite direction of‍⁠ where the young‍‍​ black boy had‍⁠ gone. He could​‍​ smell the thick‍​ stench of filth‌​ lingering in the⁠ mist around him.​

※※※※‍‌‍

The​​ knight of the‍‍ whores, Jorge.

Money‌ bug, one-armed Jack.‍⁠‍

Swine​ Slaughterer, Black Bear.‌⁠‍

The​⁠⁠ gambling den’s Dice.​

And⁠ the whale hunter,‍‍ Captain Hoover.

These‍‌‍ five were the‍‌ bosses currently ruling‍‌ over Shoara’s slums.⁠

“So,⁠ why did you‍‍​ come to see‍⁠ me?”

“You​ got some money?”‍⁠‍

And⁠‍ the man named​​ Harven, whom Vlad‌ had come to‌⁠ see, was a member of Captain⁠​‌ Hoover family, the‍ whale hunter.

“The‌‍‌ first thing you⁠⁠ say as soon⁠ as we see‍ each other after‌⁠⁠ a long time​‍‍ is, ‘Give me​​‍ money’?”

“I​⁠‍ just need 5 gold.”

“Can⁠‌⁠ I really get‌‌⁠ the money back‌⁠‍ if I lend⁠‍‍ it to someone‌ who’s already been⁠‌ robbed?”

“I⁠ had no choice.”​⁠

“No,⁠‍​ you can’t. You‍ have no credibility.”⁠

Harven‍ shakes his head.‍

Harven‍ has unremarkable brown‌ hair, unlike Vlad’s⁠‍ flashy blond hair,​⁠​ but his impression‌ is just as⁠ strong as Vlad.‍‍

“You’re‍ really something, too.⁠ How can you‍ ask a disabled‌ guy who can’t‍ even stand up⁠​‌ for money?”

It‌‌​ was a small⁠‌​ room.

A tiny room that⁠​ would be cramped‌ with two people‍⁠ sitting in it.‍⁠​

Therefore,​ even Harven, who⁠‌ had to rely⁠⁠‍ on a cane,⁠‌‍ could reach for​‌⁠ a bottle in⁠ the cupboard with⁠ one foot.

Even‍⁠⁠ with his left⁠‌ hand, which had‌​ only three fingers.⁠‌

“Drink​ this and get‍‍‍ out. Your hyung​‍ is busy.”

“Is​‌‌ it okay to​ drink this?”

Vlad‌‌​ opened the bottle​ and wrinkled his​ nose at the‍‌ strange smell emanating‍⁠ from the alcohol.‍​‌

“It’s‍​ Captain Hoover’s masterpiece,​ Captain Q. It’s​​⁠ a drink that‍ kills three when‍ two people drink‍‍​ it.”

“Then​‍⁠ I can use⁠‍​ it as poison‌ later.”

Vlad⁠ gave up on​⁠ drinking the suspicious‌⁠‍ alcohol and sat‍‍‍ in front of‍⁠ Harven, and watched‌​​ him work.

A small room, a nondescript desk overflowing‍ with bundles of⁠​ paper, and densely‌⁠⁠ written numbers and‌​⁠ letters inside.

And⁠‌⁠ Harven was flipping‍‌​ through them tirelessly.‌​‍

“Even‌​​ though I can⁠⁠ read and write,⁠ I don’t know‌‌⁠ what’s written there.”​

“That’s‌ something I taught‍⁠​ you, too.”

“I‍⁠ can read numbers,​‍‌ at least.”

“That’s​‌ something I taught​⁠ you as well.”​‌​

A smile lingered around‌⁠‌ Harven’s eyes as​ he listened to‌‌ Vlad’s grumbling words.‍​​

Harven‍​‌ was like a benefactor to both​ Zemina and Vlad.​‍‌ Harven shared his⁠​ blanket with them⁠‌ when they were​‌ rolling around in‍ the back alleys⁠​ as children.

If‌ it weren’t for‍‍ the warmth he‌ provided, Zemina and​‍‌ Vlad would have‍‍‍ frozen to death⁠ long ago, and‌‌​ if it weren’t​ for the bread‍‌ he stole, they‌ would have starved‍⁠ to death.

“But​‌‍ that kid was⁠ lucky. They set‌‌‌ pickpockets and cut‍‍ them here and‌ there like they​‍‍ did to me.”​​

“Well,‍ there were good‌ times too.”

Back​‍ then, they were⁠⁠ a trio who​‍ made a living‍‍⁠ as pickpockets, but​⁠ that also came‌‌ to an end‌‌ after Harven became⁠‌‌ a cripple.

“…But⁠⁠‍ unlike last time,⁠ this new bishop‍ seems more interested​​ in something other‌⁠​ than pickpockets.”

Harven⁠ had been unlucky.​​‌ The bishop in⁠⁠‌ Shoara at that‍​‍ time happened to​​⁠ be sensitive to‍ theft and pickpocketing.​‍‌

Normally,‌⁠‍ it would have⁠‌⁠ ended with a beating, but Harven‍‍ lost two fingers‌‍ and had his⁠‍​ left ankle slit‌‌‍ as a demonstration​⁠ of the bishop’s‍​ tendency.

Harven’s‍⁠​ pitiful screams echoed​⁠‍ through the back​‍‍ alleys, but no‌⁠ one was there‍ to help the‌⁠ street vagabond, who​ was like the‌‍ dregs of the‍‍​ city.

Fortunately,‍⁠⁠ Vlad had grown​‍‌ enough to feed‍‌⁠ all three of​ them at the‌​ time when Harven‍ couldn’t earn a living.

That’s⁠ how Vlad, Zemina,​⁠⁠ and Harven managed​ to keep each⁠ other alive in‍⁠ a precarious way.​‍

“So,⁠ what did the‌‌‍ new bishop say‌‌ he’s sensitive about?”‍

“Pedophilia.”‌​‌

“Oh,⁠‌‍ right, I remember​ now. Haha! I remember Zemina muttering⁠‍ something.”

Depending‍⁠ on the tendency‌ of each bishop‍‍ in the city,‌ church regulations varied‍ slightly.

Unlike‍ the previous bishop,‍‍ the one who‌ had been assigned⁠‌‍ to Shoara five‌‌ years ago was⁠ more interested in​ children than theft‌ and pickpocketing.

“So,​‌ that’s why Zemina’s​⁠‌ debut was forcibly​ postponed?”

“Madam‌ is being careful.​⁠ I guess the‍‌‌ shop has become⁠ famous, so it’s‌ attracting attention from‍​⁠ the church.”

For‍​ the young girls⁠ in the back​‍⁠ alleys who had⁠⁠​ nothing to sell‍ but their bodies,‍ engaging in prostitution‍‍ regardless of age⁠​ was a matter⁠⁠ of course.

However,​ all of that‌​ was prohibited due‌ to the new‌ bishop who was‌ appointed five years​‍ ago.

Anyone​​​ who had sex‌ with a girl​​ who wasn’t an​⁠ adult will be​ excommunicated.

That⁠​ was the major⁠‌⁠ rule set by​‍‍ the new bishop.‌​​

Whether‍ it was unfortunate⁠ or fortunate, Zemina,‍‌ who hadn’t yet⁠‍‌ reached adulthood, ends⁠ up doing nothing​ more than washing‌ dishes as a result.

Perhaps​​ Zemina will have‌​‍ no choice but​ to remain a virgin under the⁠⁠ protection of the‌⁠‍ church and Madam​‍ until she reaches​‌ her age.

“A‌ chaste wannabe whore!⁠⁠‍ It sounds like‍⁠‍ she’s a pregnant​ virgin! Haha!”

“And​‌ on top of‌ that, her body‍⁠‌ still hasn’t grown​‌​ at all. Even‌‍‍ if Zemina becomes⁠‍ an adult, any⁠ man who sleeps​‌‌ with her will‍‍​ definitely be excommunicated,​​‌ right?”

“Hahaha!‍⁠‍ That kid won’t​⁠ grow up until‍​⁠ she dies.”

After​⁠ talking about Zemina​⁠ for a while,‌ Harven chuckled but⁠‍ unconsciously stared at⁠‍​ the wall.

It‍⁠‌ was a small​‌‍ room. Amidst the⁠ dust and the⁠ smell of paper,‌ there was another‍⁠ scent that you​‌‍ could feel if⁠‍‌ you concentrated.

It⁠ was the scent‍ of a river.⁠

Captain​‌⁠ Hoover, who primarily‍​ engaged in smuggling,⁠ had his base⁠⁠​ by the riverside,​‌‌ and beyond the‍⁠ wall that Harven‍⁠​ was looking at,⁠‍​ there was the‍⁠ river that fed‍‍‌ Shoara, the city.⁠

A wide, blue river​ that could take‍ you anywhere. Unlike​‍ Harven, who was​​‍ tied up here.​​

“Well,⁠‍ I feel like‌ I won’t be​ able to get⁠ out of here‍ until I die,‌ just like Zemina​⁠‌ won’t grow up‍‌‌ until she dies.”‌

“…”‍‍

Vlad‌ couldn’t help but‌​​ feel saddened by‍‌ Harven’s statement, even‍⁠ though he couldn’t‍‍ deny that he‍‌ was right.

“Well,‌​‌ Vlad, there’s something⁠ I wanted to‌‍ tell you.”

“Yeah?”​

The‌‌ sharp-witted Harven taught‌ himself how to⁠⁠​ read and understand⁠​​ numbers. He knew‍ he needed more​‌ than others to‌⁠‌ survive.

Because⁠ of that sharp​‌ mind, he got⁠‍ a job even​‍​ if he was‍​ crippled.

Because‍‍ of that sharp​ mind, he could⁠ understand how the⁠‌⁠ city of Shoara‌‌ worked even in‍‌ the cramped room,‌​ as reflected in‌ the letters and‌‌⁠ numbers written on‍​ the documents.

※※※※​

“Be​​ careful.”

Those‍ were the last‍​​ words Harven spoke‍‍ to Vlad as​​ he picked up‌ the bottle and‍‌ got up.

But⁠‌‌ no amount of‍⁠‍ warnings could change‌‍ the fact that​⁠‍ Vlad had no​⁠ choice but to‍‌‍ live in a place where survival​ meant taking from‌ others, and taking‌ meant hurting someone⁠ else.

“Ugh…⁠⁠ This alcohol tastes‍‍​ really foul.”

And‌‍​ you would inevitably⁠‍‌ get hurt in​ the process.

“Three⁠ people will really‌​‌ die when two‍‌ people drink it.”⁠

And⁠ perhaps, I will‌‍⁠ also die.

This‌ was a place⁠ where moth-like people‌‍ fluttered in the​​⁠ darkness, facing constant​⁠ risks and dangers,‌⁠​ and Vlad knew‍ it all too‌‌​ well. He was‍‌‌ just another fragile​​‌ moth.

“It‍​ shines…”

Despite‍⁠ his fading vision‍⁠⁠ due to the‌⁠‌ strong liquor, Vlad​ could see something​‌ shining in front​ of him.

The​⁠ boy stood before⁠‌⁠ it and gazed⁠‌ endlessly at the‌‍ shining object.

“…⁠⁠‍ Five gold wouldn’t​‍​ be too much​‍​ to pay for‍‌ such radiance.”

He⁠‌ found himself mesmerized‌⁠ by that radiant‍⁠ object.

“…It’s⁠ a remarkable light.”​

In‌​ the dark and‍‌ unforgiving back alleys‌ where a cheap‌‍ drink consoled him,‌​‍ the boy stood‍⁠ before that inexplicable‌ source of light,⁠‍‌ just like a moth drawn to‍⁠ a flame.

He‍⁠‍ gazed at it‍​ for a long‌‌ time in front‍⁠ of the old‍ blacksmith’s shop.

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