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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 301: Side Story – My Father’s City (2)

Chapter 301: Side Story – My Father’s City (2)

Soara,‍​ known as the‍‍ Beacon of the‍ North.

Although⁠​ Emil had entered‌‌ the city he‌‍‍ had always considered‍‍‍ his home, the⁠⁠‍ boy’s expression was‌‍‌ not nearly as‍‌ cheerful as one​ might expect.

— Ah… ah, my​‌ house…

— Hey! Form a line and enter‍​‌ properly! Do you‍‍​ want us to⁠⁠​ mistake you for​‍ spies?

A crowd of people​⁠ was passing through⁠‍​ the half-destroyed northern‍‍‍ gate.

Everyone​ looked worn out⁠⁠ and exhausted.

And⁠​ the guards receiving‌‍ them were not​ in a good‌‌ mood either.

“Even‌‌ so, it’s fortunate⁠​⁠ that everything ended‌‍ this way, young​​ master. Last night​‌⁠ I thought the⁠ entire city was⁠​‍ going to collapse.”​

The‌ steward sent to⁠ receive the children‌‌ tried to lighten⁠⁠ the mood as‌‍ he spoke to⁠‍ Emil.

But‍‌ Emil kept walking⁠ silently with his​​‍ head lowered.

“Everything​⁠ was destroyed, Emil…‌⁠⁠ It was one‍‌​ of the shops​ we always went⁠⁠ to.”

Hearing‍‍ Hampton, Emil looked​​ up and glanced‌‍ to the side.⁠

It‌‌⁠ was the sign‌ of a candy⁠​⁠ shop decorated with⁠‍ a clown drawing.‌‌⁠

And‍ just as Hampton⁠ had said, it⁠‍‍ had completely collapsed.⁠‌

“Yeah…​ it was destroyed.”‍⁠

Shattered‍‍‌ to the point​‌⁠ of being unrecognizable.⁠

Shops⁠⁠ filled with memories,‌ places he had‌ visited since childhood​‍‍ whenever he had⁠‍‍ spending money.

But‍​⁠ now only ruins​​ remained.

As⁠⁠​ he walked through‌​‍ those gray streets,‍ a silent anger⁠ began to build​‌ inside the boy’s‍ heart.

“We’re‌‌‌ here! It’s Rose’s⁠‌ Smile!”

Only​‌⁠ then did the‌ children let out‍ sighs of relief.​‌

The‌‍‍ alleys were filled​‌​ with rubble and‌‌ destroyed buildings.

But‌ Rose’s Smile was​ still there.

Preserving⁠ exactly the same‍​‌ appearance it had⁠ always had.

“It‌ seems this was​⁠ where the main‌​​ battle took place.‍ There isn’t a single intact building​‌ around.”

“Fortunately.‌⁠‌ Lady Zemina and⁠‌ Sir Radu did‌‌⁠ everything they could.”‌

The‌ steward hurriedly supported‌‌ Renvar’s words.

He‌ was trying to‍​‌ lift Emil’s spirits.​​​

But‌‌ the boy continued‌​⁠ staring fixedly at⁠ Rose’s Smile without⁠‌‌ saying a single​⁠‌ word.

“…Where​‌ is the sign,‌ sir?”

“Huh?”‍⁠

From‌ a distance, Rose’s​ Smile appeared intact.​​

There‍ wasn’t even a broken window.

But‍ Emil remembered perfectly⁠​⁠ the conversations he‍​​ had heard since‍ crossing the city​​‍ gates.

“Did​ they really steal⁠‍⁠ the sign?”

Faced​ with that question,‌⁠ the middle-aged steward⁠‌ could not answer.​

Because​‍ there was such⁠ intense anger in‍​ the boy’s eyes⁠⁠ that it looked‍‍ ready to explode.​​

“Let’s‍ go.”

Receiving⁠‌ no answer, Emil⁠​​ bit his lips​⁠ hard.

He‌ no longer wanted​ to keep standing‌ in front of‍​​ that signless entrance.​​

The‌⁠​ humiliation of having⁠​ his mother’s name​ taken away was‌⁠⁠ too much to⁠⁠​ bear.

Creeeak—‍⁠⁠

And‌‌‍ so they entered‍ Rose’s Smile.

Several⁠​ red-haired people were‌ waiting for Emil‍⁠ in the impeccably⁠​ organized lobby.

“Hey,‌‌​ nephew. You’re finally⁠⁠ here.”

Radu,⁠ sitting while drinking​ tea with bandages‍ wrapped around his‍​ body.

“……”​‌

Yustia,‍‌ sitting with her⁠⁠‌ arms crossed, silently‌‍ swinging one leg.‌​‌

“Emil!”​⁠‌

And⁠ finally, the Lady⁠‍ in Red, completely‍ forgetting all dignity.‍‍

Zemina​ jumped to her‌⁠ feet.

The⁠​​ moment she saw‌​‍ Emil, her eyes‍‌ filled with tears.⁠​

“Emil?‍‍​ Is that really⁠‍‍ Emil? My God!”‌

She​​​ ran toward him​​ as if she⁠‍‍ were flying.

And‍‌⁠ hugged him with​​ all her strength.​‍

She​‍ did it so⁠ suddenly that Emil​⁠​ almost lost his⁠‌ balance.

Hampton‍​ had to discreetly​​ support him from⁠​​ behind.

“Emil,​ look at me.‍‍​ Are you hurt?”‌

“……”​

“Are‌ you alright? How‍⁠‌ did you get⁠ here from so‌‍‍ far away?”

What‌ did a stolen‍‍ sign or tarnished‍​ honor matter?

Zemina⁠ had just gotten‍ her son back.‍

She⁠‌ kept turning his‍ face from side⁠​ to side looking⁠ for injuries.

And​ every time she​⁠⁠ found even a small scratch, her​ eyes grew wetter.⁠

“Mom⁠‌‌ has been looking​‌‍ for you everywhere.⁠ Didn’t you see‌ Uncle Ned on​ the way? Huh?”‌‍

The​​ moment she learned‌​ of the tragedy​‍ in Sturma, Zemina​​‌ had done everything​ possible to find​⁠ Emil.

She‍‌ sent hundreds of‌​ telegrams that never​ arrived.

She‍ sent every messenger⁠ pigeon available.

She​‍ moved heaven and⁠​‍ earth searching for​⁠ any clue.

And‌⁠ even then, she‍‍⁠ had not slept​ for a single⁠⁠ moment.

Deep‌ dark shadows hung​​ beneath her eyes.‍

“……”​

Seeing⁠​ her like that,⁠ Emil remained motionless.⁠‍‍

It​⁠ was the face⁠‍ he had most​ wanted to see‌ again.

But⁠ now that she‌⁠ was standing before⁠ him, a storm‌​ of indescribable emotions‌​ shook him from⁠‍ within.

He‌ felt as though​​ everything would explode⁠⁠‌ the moment he⁠⁠‍ said the word‌ “Mom.”

“…Uncle,‍ are you alright?”‍

That⁠ was why he​ forcibly turned his​ head and walked‍​‍ toward Radu.

“Huh?‌​⁠ Ah, yes. It’s​⁠ only a superficial​ cut.”

He⁠ could still feel‌‍ his mother clutching‍‍ his clothes from​⁠ behind.

As⁠ if she would‌​ never let him‌‍ slip away again.‍

And‌‍ that contact only‌​‌ caused the frustration​‌ inside Emil to‌​‍ grow even stronger.‍

Because​‍ his mother loved‌​​ him that much.⁠

And⁠‌ yet he could​‌​ do nothing for‍ her.

“Then‌ I want to‍‍⁠ ask something.”

The⁠⁠ boy’s frustration began‌ to turn toward‌ someone else.

“Where⁠​‍ is my father?”‌‌

“Where​​ is he? What’s‌‌ he doing at‍ the North Pole?”​

There​ was someone who​⁠ should have been‌ there.

Someone⁠‍‌ who should have‍⁠ been present before​​ the city he‌‍ loved was destroyed.​​‍

Before​‌ his mother’s name⁠‍ was taken away.‍

“Emil…​ your father…”

“They​‌‌ always say a knight must be⁠‍ where he needs​​‍ to be! But‍⁠‌ he’s not here!”‍‌

Like​‍​ a broken dam‌‌​ releasing all the​​‍ water it had⁠​ held back for‌‍ years, Emil’s anger​⁠‍ began pouring out​​ toward his father.​

“Then⁠⁠‍ what’s the point​‍ of being a Swordmaster?! He hasn’t​ done anything! Absolutely⁠ noth—!”

Whaam!​

Crash!‌

Emil’s​‍‍ body was sent⁠‍​ flying to the⁠ side.

He‍​⁠ rolled across the‌​‌ floor in a disastrous manner.

Everyone‍‌ was horrified.

Everyone⁠​‍ except one person.​

A single person walked⁠⁠ toward him with‌‌ complete calmness.

“What⁠​‌ the hell is⁠ wrong with you?”⁠

“And‌ who the hell​‍ are you?!”

It‍​‍ was the typical​⁠ defiant glare of​ a child.

Faced​⁠‌ with it, the‍‌ vertically slit pupils⁠ were quite intimidating,​​⁠ but Yustia simply​ snorted disdainfully.

“I⁠ told you not⁠​‌ to look at‍‌‌ me with those‍‍‌ eyes.”

Thwack!⁠‍

The​ way she grabbed‌ his hair and⁠⁠‌ smacked him on​‍‍ the head was⁠ incredibly precise.

It⁠⁠⁠ definitely wasn’t the‌‍ first time she‍ had done it.‌‌‌

“…Why⁠‌ are you hitting‍​​ me?! Just because​⁠‍ you’re my noona?!”⁠​

“And‍‍⁠ who do you​​‍ think you are,‌ shouting at Dad⁠​ and Uncle? Do‍ you want to​⁠⁠ open your eyes​‍ for once?”

Thwack!‌ Thwack!

She​ wasn’t even angry.⁠​‌

She‍⁠⁠ simply kept hitting‌‍​ him in silence.‍‌‍

She‌ did it with⁠ such determination that‌⁠⁠ even Zemina didn’t​ dare intervene.

“From⁠‍​ now on, you’re​⁠​ going to your‌‍⁠ room, and you’re‍‍‌ not coming out​‌ until you’re called.⁠ When it’s time​⁠ to eat, you’ll‍‌ show up immediately.”‌⁠

“……”‌

“Aren’t‍ you going to‌ answer?”

Her‌​ calm tone was​⁠ even more frightening.⁠​⁠

But‍ Emil remained seated⁠​‍ on the floor,​‍ huffing angrily.

“I‌‍​ won’t!”

***‍‍​

Fourth⁠‍‍ floor of Rose’s‍‌⁠ Smile.

All‌⁠‌ the children were⁠ gathered in Emil’s‌​ room.

“Your‍ noona is amazing.‍ Did you see​ that kick earlier?”⁠

Lenia,‌‍ who had finally​‍ recovered her spirits,⁠ swung her legs‌‍​ as she spoke.⁠

“I‌​ didn’t see it.‌‌‍ If I could‍ have seen it,‌​‌ Emil would’ve dodged‌‍‍ it a long‌‌‍ time ago.”

“And​​‍ her hair is‍​‌ beautiful. What kind‌‌ of oil does⁠ she use? It’s‌‍​ impossible to have​‍ hair like that​​‌ in the south​ because of the⁠⁠ sea breeze.”

Lenia⁠‌ touched her short‍ hair with a regretful expression.

The⁠‍ color resembled Yustia’s,‌​‌ but the cut​ was a disaster.‌‌‍

She⁠‌‌ had probably cut‍​ it to disguise⁠‌​ herself as a boy.

And‌ now nobody would‌‌ ever reward all​‌​ that effort.

“……”⁠​

Emil‍ watched Lenia silently.‍‍

He‌‌ also looked at‍ Hampton, who was​‌​ pretending to be‌ cheerful while eating⁠ sweets.

And​‍⁠ at Renvar, who‍‍ had lost the‌​‌ valuable tea leaves⁠ he had wanted‍​ to give his‌ mother.

Everyone‌ acted as though​ nothing had happened.‍‍

But⁠⁠​ there were stories‌​​ nobody dared bring⁠​‌ up.

‘They​ said a knight‍‌ must be where‌ he needs to‍‍‍ be.’

While‌‌ the others talked,​‌‍ Emil sat alone‍‍ on the bed,​‍ staring out the⁠ window.

‘And‌ they said a knight must do​​‌ what he has​ to do.’

The‍​‍ sulky expression from‌ earlier had disappeared.​

Now⁠‌ he gazed at​​‍ Soara with a serious look.

Endless‌‍‌ columns of refugees​‌ were still entering‌ through the main⁠ gate.

“Emil,‌ what are you​‍ thinking about so⁠​ much?”

Hampton⁠‍ asked after seeing​⁠​ him stay silent⁠‌ for so long.‌⁠

Emil⁠‌​ answered in a calm voice.

“I’ve⁠ been thinking.”

“Thinking‍⁠ about what?”

His⁠​ lips moved for​‍‍ a few moments,‍‌ as if he⁠ were trying to‍ organize his thoughts.​‍

Then‍⁠ he finally spoke⁠ with determination.

“I⁠‌ think I need‍‍ to find him.”​‌​

This​ time, Hampton didn’t‌‍​ ask for an‍ explanation.

Because‌​‍ Emil’s tone was‍ filled with conviction.‌

“I⁠‍ need Honor Coins.”⁠⁠

A knight must be​​‍ capable of finding​ the place where‌⁠ he needs to⁠⁠ be.

He​⁠ must clearly know‍ what he has⁠⁠ to do.

And‍​ Emil wanted to⁠ become a knight⁠​ more than anyone.⁠‌

“…If⁠‌ I get those‍ coins, I can​‌ transform. Hampton, you‍​ remember it too,‍⁠ right? I did⁠⁠​ it when I fought that necromancer.”​​​

Under⁠​ the two moons,⁠⁠ in that black-and-white​ world, Emil had‍ borrowed his father’s‌‌⁠ appearance.

It‍‍‍ had been borrowed‍ power.

And‌‍‍ he had received‌​‌ Joseph’s help.

But‌⁠‍ Emil remembered it⁠‌​ perfectly.

“Besides,‌‍ my noona is⁠ right. Dad can’t‌⁠ be everywhere. So…”​​⁠

Not‍⁠ even the noblest​⁠ people can protect⁠​‌ every place at⁠​ the same time.⁠

That⁠​‌ was why, if‍‍ someone was where‌⁠ they needed to‌⁠ be, they couldn’t⁠‍ hesitate to do​ what was necessary.⁠

Even‍‌‌ if they were​‌‍ only a child.‍⁠

“Maybe‍‌‍ I can do​ it.”

At⁠​ those words, Hampton‌ was stunned.

But⁠‍⁠ he couldn’t say⁠‍ Emil was wrong.‌⁠​

After​ all, he had‌‍‌ seen Emil become⁠ Vlad of Soara.‍​⁠

And⁠‌‍ he had also‍⁠ seen that brief‌​ instant when the​‌ world of Aura⁠ appeared at the‌‌ tip of his‌ sword.

“…I​⁠ understand what you’re⁠‌ saying, Emil. But‌‌ first, you need‌ to get an‌ Honor Coin.”

“Of​‌ course.”

“And​‌ who’s going to​‌‍ give you one?​‌​ Aren’t only retired​‍‌ knights supposed to‍ be able to​​⁠ hand them out?”‌‍

Just⁠​‌ as Hampton said,‌​‌ Honor Coins were‍‌ an exclusive privilege‍⁠‌ of retired knights.‌​

Gathering‍‍ the honor scattered​​ throughout one’s life.‍​‌

Correcting‌⁠ the mistakes of‌‌ the past.

And​ passing that value​ on to the‍ next generation.

That‌⁠‌ was the meaning​ of an Honor​ Coin.

That‍ was why, even​‌​ if a knight⁠‍⁠ possessed many coins,‍⁠⁠ they could not​ freely hand them‌ out without first⁠‌​ completing their retirement‌​ pilgrimage.

“…Then⁠‍‌ Soara is probably​⁠ the best place.”‍‌‍

Emil‍‍‌ had no answer‍​ when Hampton asked​ where he planned⁠​‌ to find retired‌‌ knights.

He​​ had only decided⁠​‍ that he had​‍‍ to do it.​

He‍‍⁠ still didn’t have⁠ a concrete plan.⁠‍‍

The‌ one who answered⁠‌‍ was the blond​‍ boy who had‍‌‍ remained silent until⁠​⁠ then.

“Because⁠​ this is Soara.”​

All​ eyes turned toward​​‍ Renvar.

“The​‌ city of the‍⁠ Swordmaster. The sanctuary⁠⁠​ of knights.”

And‍​ he added,

“Besides,‍‍ it’s the city​‌ that was attacked‍ most recently.”

Renvar​‍ was an imperial​ noble.

And​​ for his age,⁠‍‍ he possessed an⁠‍ extraordinary perspective.

He⁠ lived in the‍‍ Imperial Palace, where‌ all information across⁠​​ the continent converged.‍‌‍

Naturally,​​ he saw more⁠ than the other⁠⁠‌ children.

“Retired⁠‌‍ knights always end⁠‍‍ up following events,⁠​ death, and injustice.‍‌ If you think​​ about it that​‍⁠ way, there isn’t‌ a better place‌​ than Soara to‍‍ find them.”

Emil’s​‌​ eyes began to​⁠ shine.

Because‌‌ Renvar was saying‍‍⁠ that retired knights⁠​‌ would soon be‍‍ arriving in Soara.⁠

And‌​ behind him, the‍‌ night of Soara⁠‌ grew deeper and‍⁠⁠ deeper.

A small black moon‌‌‌ floated above the​ ruined walls.

The⁠‍​ same light belonging‍ to the man‍​‍ who had said.⁠

‘We’ll‍‌ meet again next‌ time.’

***⁠​​

“Well‌ now, they really‌ gave this place‌​‌ a beating.”

Said‌‌‌ a man wrapped⁠ in a cloak‌​​ as he looked⁠⁠⁠ at the ruins‍‍ of Soara’s northern‌⁠ wall.

“To​ think that even⁠‍⁠ Lindworm made it‍‍ all the way‌‍‌ here. Well, living​‍‍ a long time​ really does let‍ you see everything.”⁠

He⁠ spoke casually among‍​ the refugees.

But‍​​ nobody dared scold​‍​ him.

Because‍ the horse he‌‍​ was riding carried‌⁠​ a strong scent​⁠ of blood.

“Halt!⁠​‌ Identify yourself!”

The‌‌ guards were still​​ tense after the⁠‍ attack.

However,‌‌⁠ the mounted man‍⁠​ simply nodded, as‍ though he considered⁠‍⁠ that attitude perfectly⁠‍​ natural.

“Documents.”‌

The‍⁠⁠ guard held out‍⁠‌ his hand without‍‌ any intention of⁠⁠‍ arguing.

The​ man then pretended​​ to be alarmed⁠⁠​ and began dramatically​‌ searching through his‍ clothes.

“Well,‍⁠ that’s a problem.​ It seems I forgot to bring⁠‍⁠ my documents.”

“Then⁠ you won’t be⁠ able to pass​⁠‌ through he—”

Ting!⁠

Something​⁠‍ shiny fell into⁠ the guard’s palm.​‍‌

It⁠⁠‍ was an old,⁠ rusted coin.

“Retired‌​‍ men don’t usually‌⁠ carry those things‍‍​ around.”

The‍⁠‌ guard carefully examined‍⁠ the coin.

There​‍​ was one coin‍⁠‍ that anyone stationed‌​ in a city⁠ like Soara was⁠‍​ expected to recognize.‍‍

And​⁠ when he realized‌⁠‌ what it was,‌‌⁠ he finally looked⁠ up at the‍​‌ cloaked man.

“Isn’t​‍ that coin enough?​⁠ I figured you’d‍‌ say something like‌ that, so I brought some additional⁠⁠ proof.”

The‌‍​ old knight tossed⁠ down a bag​‍ hanging from his⁠ saddle.

The⁠⁠ leather bag was​ soaked with the‍ smell of blood.‍⁠​

From⁠ its shape and‌ weight, it was​ obvious what it‍‍​ contained.

“Those‌‌ are the ones⁠⁠‍ who attacked Varna.⁠‌‍ Judging by the‌⁠‌ smell of salt,⁠​‍ I’d say they⁠‍ came from the‍ Southern Archipelago.”

He​ was an elderly⁠‍‌ man with completely‌ white hair, elegantly‍‍‍ slicked back.

His​‍‍ well-groomed Kaiser-style beard‍​⁠ stood out immediately.‌

And⁠‌ as he smiled‌ with a mischievous‍ expression, he looked‌‍ at the guards.​⁠

A smile belonging to​​⁠ a veteran who‍​ had survived countless⁠ battlefields.

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