Indra Translations
Navigation
Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 302: Side Story – My Father’s City (3)

Chapter 302: Side Story – My Father’s City (3)

More​‍​ than a week⁠ had already passed‌ since Emil and⁠‌⁠ the other children⁠ returned.

And‌ as time went​‌​ by, Soara was‍‌ gradually regaining stability.‌⁠

Refugees‍​‍ from Sturma and⁠ Varna were still‍‍ arriving in large‍‌ numbers, but Zemina​ was managing the‍​ situation calmly by‌​ mobilizing all available​‍ manpower. In addition,⁠ as news spread‍‌‍ that the mysterious​​‌ attackers had withdrawn,‌ many people began‌‍ returning to their⁠‍ homes.

“To​‌ Lady Alicia…”

Thus,⁠​ on the fourth‌ floor of Rose’s‌​ Smile, now completely​‌ immersed in summer.⁠​

Zemina​‌ was writing a letter in her‍ office.

“I‍⁠ am sending this⁠​ letter because I imagine you must‌⁠​ be worried.”

She‌‍‍ already seemed completely‍​​ accustomed to holding‌⁠‌ a pen.

Anyone‌​‍ who saw her​​⁠ would perceive the​⁠ dignity befitting the​‌ owner of Rose’s‌‌ Smile.

Although,‍‍​ if Vlad were⁠​ beside her at‌‍​ that moment, he⁠​ probably would have⁠ teased her for⁠‌​ behaving in such‍​‍ an uncharacteristic manner.‍⁠

“I‍‌⁠ ask that you​‍‍ forgive me for​ having to communicate‌⁠‌ by letter since‍ the magical telegrams​‍‍ are still not⁠ functioning…”

But⁠‌‌ Vlad was not⁠‌‌ there.

Neither⁠ were Harven nor​ Otar, people she‍⁠ could trust completely.‌‌‍

And​ that was precisely‌‍ the problem.

“L-Lady‍⁠ Zemina!”

Hurried⁠ footsteps could be​‌ heard climbing the​⁠⁠ stairs early in‌ the morning.

It‌ was the administrator.‌‍‌

Unlike‍‌​ his usual refined​ and elegant demeanor,​‍‍ he had run⁠​​ all the way​​⁠ up and his​ face was filled‌​ with confusion and​‍ concern.

“You⁠‌ must come see⁠‌ this!”

“What​⁠ is it?”

At​‌ Zemina’s question, the​ administrator swallowed before​ answering.

“A‌​‍ visitor… a visitor⁠ has arrived.”

Rose’s‍⁠​ Smile was a place where anyone⁠‍‌ could enter and⁠‌ stay.

But‌ the administrator’s reaction⁠ made it clear‍ that this was​ no ordinary visitor.⁠

“……”‍​​

Because⁠‍ the people who‍ had arrived at⁠ the door were‌ not welcome guests.​

Zemina⁠ walked to the‌⁠​ window and looked​‌‌ down.

Without‌ realizing it, she‍‍⁠ let out a brief sigh.

“Administrator,⁠ who are those‍‍​ people?”

A military force completely⁠ surrounded Rose’s Smile.⁠⁠‌

Their⁠⁠​ banners bore the‍‍​ image of a sword’s trajectory piercing⁠⁠‍ through a dragon’s‍‍ neck.

“T-The‍ Dragon Slayers Order.”⁠⁠​

A name that had⁠ remained forgotten for‍‍ more than twenty​‍ years.

After​ breaking a very‍‍ long silence, the⁠‌ first place they⁠⁠​ arrived was Soara,‌‌ the northern city‍​ still groaning from‌ its wounds.

***‍‌

“Please​ forgive this sudden​‍⁠ visit, Lady Zemina.”⁠‍

He‍‍​ was a middle-aged​‌ man with striking‍ blond hair.

He​ possessed the elegance​‍ characteristic of the‌‌ central nobility.

Even‍⁠‍ the way he⁠​ bowed his head​‍ made him seem​⁠ completely different from‌‌​ the rugged people‌‌‍ of the north.​⁠‌

“I⁠⁠ am Gabriel Mordian,‌⁠ provisional commander of‍ the Dragon Slayers⁠⁠ Order.”

The⁠⁠ man introduced himself‍‌ as Gavril.

And​ from the second-floor‍ railing, a boy⁠‌‌ watched him.

With⁠ a complicated expression.⁠‍

After‌ all, they belonged⁠ to the same‍‌‌ family and shared⁠ certain features.

“I​‍ had no idea⁠​‍ the Dragon Slayers‍‌ Order had been‍ restored. This is​ the first time‍​‌ I’ve heard of‍ such a thing.”⁠⁠‍

“There‍ was no other​‌ choice. It was‌​ a decision made‍‍​ in haste, and‌‍⁠ the magical telegrams​‍​ were not functioning​‌ either.”

At​‍ that response, Radu‌ slowly rotated his‌ teacup and showed‌‍ a deep smile.‍‌

“Precisely.”​​⁠

Radu’s‌​⁠ blue eyes pointed⁠ directly at Gavril.​‌‍

They⁠‌⁠ did not contain⁠⁠‍ open hostility, but⁠​​ the coldness inherent‍⁠ in those blue‍​​ eyes was enough‍‌ to freeze the​ atmosphere.

“What⁠‌‍ I’m saying is‍⁠⁠ that you arrived‌ at an awfully‌‍ convenient time.”

There‌ could not have‍‌ been a worse⁠⁠ moment for Soara.‍⁠

The⁠ Swordmaster, the symbol⁠‌ of the city,⁠⁠ was absent.

They​ had suffered a dragon attack.

And‍​​ they were only⁠ just beginning to‍ rebuild.

And‍​ right then, the​‌ newly reorganized Dragon​​ Slayers Order appeared.‍‍

“It‌ gives the impression‍ that you had‍​⁠ everything planned out.‍ Or am I getting too far‍ ahead of myself?”​

The​⁠‌ pressure radiating from‌​​ that dragon made‌ it clear that‍​ he understood their‌​​ intentions perfectly.

However,‌ the man from‌⁠ the Mordian family​​⁠ kept his smile‍‍⁠ intact.

“I‌‍⁠ deeply regret it‍‌ as well, Sir‌​ Radu. Had we‍​‍ arrived earlier, the​‍‌ situation would never‌‌ have reached this⁠‍​ point.”

He‌⁠ was a man‍⁠‍ who had survived⁠‍⁠ in the depths‌​ of the Imperial​⁠ Court, a place‌⁠ filled with conspiracies‍​⁠ and intrigues.

There​‍‍ was a reason‍⁠ why the Protector‍ of the Empire​⁠ had chosen Gavril⁠ specifically to lead​​​ the new Dragon⁠‍ Slayers Order.

“But‌ you no longer‍‍⁠ need to worry.​⁠ We did not⁠​​ send only the​ Order.”

And‍ indeed, both Rose’s⁠‌ Smile and Soara‌‌‍ were filled with‍​‌ soldiers carrying the‌‍⁠ banners of the‍‌‌ Dragon Slayers.

They​​ had entered through⁠‍ the destroyed walls‌ under the banner‌⁠‍ of noble intentions​‌⁠ and an apparently⁠‍​ just cause.

Some​‌​ refugees who had​‌ lost everything were‍⁠ even welcoming them‍⁠ with gratitude as‌​ they distributed bread.​‌‍

“This‌‍‍ is an overreach‌ of authority. The‌ North, including the⁠‍ Bayezid family, has⁠‌ already been granted‌ autonomy officially recognized‌⁠‍ by the Empire.”‍

Zemina’s‌‍‌ voice was sharp.​

“What⁠‍ the Dragon Slayers‍ Order is doing​⁠ ignores our autonomy.⁠ I formally demand‌‌ that Sir Gavril​⁠ and all of‌ his troops withdraw⁠ from Soara.”

Twenty⁠‌⁠ years ago, during​‌​ Dragulia’s uprising and⁠ the activities of‍ the necromancers, the‌ Empire lost much‍‌ of its influence​ over the North.⁠

Therefore,⁠ everything Zemina was⁠⁠⁠ saying was perfectly⁠‌⁠ reasonable.

But⁠ the real problem‌ was herself.

“Lady‍ Zemina. I do‌‍ not mean to‍‍​ disrespect you, but‍⁠ I cannot comply​‌​ with that request.”‍‍

“And‍​ why not?”

Gavril’s‌⁠‍ words caused the⁠⁠ atmosphere to grow​​‌ heavy.

The‍‌⁠ knights on both‌ sides already had‌‌ their hands resting⁠‌ on the hilts⁠⁠ of their swords.​‌⁠

Each‍‍ stood beside their‌‍‌ own banner.

But‌⁠ today, legitimacy was‌‍ not on Zemina’s‍‍ side.

“Because​⁠‍ you do not‌ hold any officially​ recognized position.”

The‍ Red Lady.

The​ Rose of Soara.⁠⁠‍

She‌‌ was admired throughout‌​ the city.

She⁠⁠‌ had been the​‍‍ one who held​ Soara together during​⁠ the crisis.

But​ the problem was​ that, in the‍‍ end, she was‍‌​ only a shining​‌‌ symbol.

“Only‌‍⁠ Sir Vlad, recognized‌‌​ by His Majesty‍‌​ as Swordmaster, Lord​⁠​ Bordan, the mayor​‌ of Soara, or​ a representative officially​⁠‍ appointed by him‌ has the authority⁠ to claim the⁠ city’s autonomy, Lady‍‌‍ Zemina.”

The‌ deliberate emphasis Gavril⁠ placed on the⁠‌⁠ word “Lady” caused‌ Zemina to grip⁠‌‍ her skirt tightly.‍⁠

“And‌‌‍ I understand that⁠ the acting representative‌‍⁠ of the mayor‌⁠⁠ died during the‌​‌ recent attacks. A truly unfortunate tragedy.”​​

Soara’s​‍ political authority was‌‍ vacant.

Perhaps‌ Bordan was already⁠​ making his way‌⁠‌ from Sturma to⁠ the city.

But‍‌⁠ by the time‍‌ he arrived, the‌⁠ Dragon Slayers Order⁠⁠ would already have⁠ taken control.

“A‍​ dragon has appeared.‌‍ All three cities⁠​​ of the Bayezid⁠​ family have suffered​​‍ damage. Even now,‍⁠ the people remain‌⁠⁠ trapped in despair.‌ In a situation‌⁠⁠ like this, what⁠⁠ does it matter‌ whether it is⁠‍‍ the center or‍‍​ the north?”

Gabriel‍​‌ picked up the‍‍ banner placed beside⁠‌ him.

The​‌ insignia of the⁠ Dragon Slayers.

A banner dedicated to⁠ killing dragons.

A banner that was⁠ undoubtedly connected to‌ the noble will⁠‌​ of the Founder‍​‌ King.

“According​ to imperial law,⁠ the Dragon Slayers‍​ Order possesses the​‍ authority to legitimately⁠‌⁠ utilize all facilities‌ and manpower located⁠‍​ within the Empire’s‍ territories when confronting⁠‍⁠ a calamity such⁠​ as a dragon.”‌​⁠

However,‌⁠ the one holding​‍ that noble banner‍‍ was someone who‌‍ hid behind justice​ to pursue his‌‌ own interests.

Someone​ who crushed the⁠​‌ worlds of others​‌ using names so⁠‍​ glorious that no‌‌​ one dared raise‌​ their voice against‍⁠​ him.

“Therefore,​ we present our​ request.”

Gavril​​ pulled an old‌‍ document from within⁠​⁠ his clothes and‍⁠​ handed it to‍ Zemina.

When⁠​ she lowered her‍ gaze, she saw⁠⁠​ names so illustrious‍​ that it was​ difficult to even‍​ look directly at⁠ them.

“We‌⁠ wish to recruit‍​ your children to⁠‍ track the dragon,‍⁠‍ Lady Zemina.”

The⁠​ Emperor of the‌​ Empire.

The‌ Protector of the​‍‌ Empire, the new‌ leader of the‌​ Dragon Slayers Order.​​‌

And​⁠ the Court Duke,⁠⁠​ who had planned‍ all of this.‍

“After⁠ all, a dragon‍ always recognizes another​​ dragon.”

Zemina’s‍‌ hand began to⁠⁠⁠ tremble as she​‌ received the document.​

Beneath‍​ the names of‌ the three most‍‌ powerful figures in‍⁠‌ the Empire, Lady⁠‌ Zemina’s world was⁠ being mercilessly crushed.⁠‌

***‍​

“Form⁠‌ a line. A line.”

It​⁠ was a street⁠ filled with people‍ and noise.

Everyone​⁠ gathered there was​ a refugee from​ Bayezid, and each‌​⁠ person received a bowl of soup‌ and a piece⁠‌ of bread.

“A​ line. I said‌‌‍ form a line.‍ Seriously.”

It‍⁠⁠ was a free‌​ soup kitchen for​ refugees.

A place jointly organized‍​ by Rose’s Smile⁠​ and the Church​⁠‌ of Soara.

And‍‍ there was Emil,‌⁠⁠ sweating profusely as​‍ he continuously handed​⁠ out soup.

“Our​ Emil has grown​ so much. Just​‍ look at him,‌⁠ helping his aunt​ like this.”

“……”⁠‍​

He​ heard a voice‌‌ beside him, but‌‌ he didn’t respond.‌​

From‍‍ experience, he knew​‍‌ that if he⁠ continued a conversation​ with Marcella even​‍ once, she would⁠ never stop talking.‌

“Who⁠​‌ would’ve thought that⁠​‌ little baby who⁠⁠ used to crawl‍⁠​ around would grow⁠‍ this much~ Hmm?”‍‌⁠

“…Could‍⁠‌ you move away‍‌‍ a little?”

Marcella‍ was hugging him​ from behind with‍⁠ pride.

But‍‍‌ Emil was more​ concerned about the⁠‌ gazes of others‌ than about her.​​⁠

“People⁠ are staring, Marcella.”‌

The‌‌ sensation against the⁠​⁠ back of his‌​ head was far⁠ too soft.

Some‍‍ men were watching​‌‍ Emil with obvious‍​‌ envy as Marcella⁠ hugged him.

And‍⁠ he didn’t like‌​ those looks one⁠ bit.

“……”‍‍‌

In⁠ addition, he was​‌‍ keeping an eye‍ on a certain​ person sitting farther‌‍ ahead.

‘This​‌ is complicated. It‍ seems like it,‌ but I’m not‍‍⁠ sure.’

He⁠ was a man‌​ too old to‍ be middle-aged and‌‍⁠ too young to​⁠‌ be elderly.

He​‌‌ seemed to be‍​ around the same‍ age as Jager,‍⁠ but the elegant‍‌ mustache he wore​‍‍ made it difficult⁠ to tell.

“What​ are you staring‍ at so much?”​

“…Me?‍ Nothing.”

Was​​ he a retired​⁠​ knight or not?‌‌‌

He‌‍⁠ looked too young​‌ to be one.‍

But​ too sturdy to‍​ dismiss.

Furthermore,‌ he dressed with‌ surprising elegance, very‌​ different from the​⁠ image Emil had‌‍‌ of retired knights.‌​

“You’re‍‌‍ the one who⁠‌ keeps staring at⁠​ me, old man.”​‌

“Old⁠​‌ man? I don’t‌‍‌ even have grandchildren​​​ yet.”

The‌‌⁠ problem was that‍‍ the man was​⁠‍ looking at him‌ the same way.​​‌

With​​‌ a gaze that⁠‌ seemed to say.‍

‘Could⁠ it really be⁠‌​ him?’

And‍‍​ so, both of‌ them kept throwing⁠ furtive glances at‌ each other while​ mutually suspicious.

“If⁠ you don’t have‍⁠⁠ grandchildren, you’re still‍​ an old man.​ Everyone becomes old‍ when they get‍‌‌ older.”

“…Yes,​​‌ it’s definitely you.‌‌ All I had‍ to do was​​‍ listen to those⁠ bad manners.”

The‍ old knight finally⁠⁠ seemed convinced after​‌ hearing the way‌​ Emil grumbled.

“So‌​ your father became‌​​ the Swordmaster?”

Blond‍ hair.

Blue⁠ eyes.

And​ a defiant stare​‌ that was impossible‌‌​ to ignore.

As⁠​ he looked into‍ those eyes, so‍ similar to those‍‍‌ of that boy‍ from long ago,​‌‌ the man was⁠ momentarily speechless.

“Everyone‌​‍ here knows my‍‍ father is the‌⁠‌ Swordmaster.”

“…Really?”‌‍⁠

It​ was a brief‍ thought.

But​ a deep one.​⁠

A thought capable of⁠ taking him back⁠​ twenty years.

And‌ there, in that​​‍ past, he wondered.​⁠

What‍‌ would have happened‍‌⁠ if he had​‍ made a different​ choice?

“When‍⁠ an adult asks‍‍ you something, you’re‍ supposed to answer​⁠ properly.”

He‌⁠ didn’t believe the⁠⁠⁠ choice he made​ back then had‍⁠ been wrong.

But⁠‍‍ people are always‌​⁠ curious about the⁠‍‌ roads they never⁠⁠ walked.

“First,​ you should tell‍ me your name.”​‌

So⁠⁠‍ the retired knight⁠ decided to ask⁠⁠⁠ the boy’s name.‌​‌

It‌⁠ was a path⁠ he had never​⁠ taken at that‍‍‌ crossroads in his⁠‍⁠ life.

“…I’m⁠⁠⁠ Emil. Emil Aureo.”‌‌‍

And⁠⁠‍ when he heard‌ the name, he⁠ finally smiled.

At‌⁠ last, he had⁠ set foot upon‍ that unknown path.⁠⁠

Then,‍ in the distance,‍ he saw the​​⁠ banners of the⁠ Dragon Slayers Order‍‌⁠ approaching.

And⁠​ he said to‌‌‍ Emil,

“What‍ an old-fashioned name⁠ you’ve got, brat.”‍​‌

Boom!‍⁠‍

Emil​​ jumped when he‌⁠⁠ heard an explosion​‌⁠ above his head.⁠

“What‌​⁠ the hell?!”

The​ man had just⁠‍​ burst a sack⁠​‍ of flour over‌⁠ him.

Instantly,‍​​ a cloud of‌ white powder scattered‍‌ everywhere.

And​‌ the boy’s hair⁠ became completely covered​ in white.

“You​‌‌ brat!”

At‍ the same time,​ the man grabbed⁠‍ him by the‌‍ back of the⁠‍​ neck and shouted​⁠⁠ loudly.

“You‌​ couldn’t find anything​ better to do​​‍ than become a pickpocket!”

The⁠‍‌ sudden commotion caused​ the crowd to⁠‌ begin murmuring.

Marcella‍‍ and the others⁠⁠ watched in surprise.​‍

Even⁠‌⁠ the members of⁠⁠⁠ the Dragon Slayers​⁠ Order who were‌‍‍ approaching were startled⁠⁠ by that thunderous​‍ voice.

“If‌ you’re hungry, work​⁠ and earn money!‍ What kind of‌ upbringing did your⁠‍ parents give you?!”‌

He​‍ was accusing him‍‌‍ of a theft‌​ he had never​‌ committed.

He‌ was even dragging‌⁠‍ his parents into‍ it.

But⁠‍ Emil couldn’t answer.‍

Because‌‌‌ the man’s hand​​⁠ was gripping exactly‍​‌ the point on‌ his throat that‍‍​ prevented him from‍⁠‍ speaking.

“Today‌⁠‍ I’ll teach you‍ a proper lesson!‍‌ Where are the‌‍ guards?”

With⁠‌ an overwhelming presence,​​⁠ the man pushed‍⁠ through the crowd⁠⁠ while dragging Emil⁠‍ along with him.⁠​‌

Everything⁠‍ seemed so natural⁠‍ that even Marcella,‍‍⁠ who had seen⁠ everything in her​ life, could only​ blink.

And‍⁠ then the knights​‍ arrived.

“We‍‍⁠ are looking for‍ the son of​ Sir Vlad the​ Swordmaster. We were‍⁠ informed that he⁠‍ is here.”

The​‌⁠ knights were looking‌‌ for Emil.

And⁠ Emil had just​‌‍ been taken away.‌​

Marcella⁠​⁠ was completely confused‍⁠ by the chain‍⁠ of events.

But‍⁠‍ she immediately recognized⁠ the banner they⁠‌⁠ carried.

The‌‍‌ Dragon Slayers Order.⁠‍​

Knights​​⁠ sent from the‌‌ center of the‍ Empire.

“Do‌​ not give foolish⁠‍ answers. From this⁠⁠⁠ point on, refusal‍⁠ to cooperate may⁠⁠‌ be punished under‍ imperial law.”

Marcella⁠‍ knew how to⁠⁠​ recognize dangerous men.‍‌

And​ she knew how⁠‍ to recognize liars.​‌‌

The‌ original owner of‌ Rose’s Smile immediately​‌ understood that those‌‌ men were a threat to Emil.‍

“…Oh,‍‍‌ that boy was⁠‌⁠ here a moment‍ ago, but he‍​‍ already left.”

“Where?”⁠​

“Well,⁠​⁠ where did he‌ say he was‍ going?”

Marcella​‍ softened the knights’⁠‌‌ vigilance with a smile capable of⁠ enchanting anyone.

The​⁠‍ moment they hesitated⁠ before that smile,‌⁠ the man who⁠⁠⁠ had taken Emil‌ disappeared from the⁠ street.

“I⁠ don’t know. That‍⁠ child is so​​‌ restless that it’s⁠‌‌ impossible to keep​‍ up with him.”‌⁠⁠

Marcella‌ smiled sweetly while‍‍ pretending ignorance.

The‌‌ knight looked at⁠​‌ her suspiciously before‌‍ turning his attention⁠‍‍ to the refugees‍ at the soup​​‌ kitchen.

“We‍⁠ are looking for⁠ Emil Aureo! This​ is a direct​ order from His⁠ Majesty the Emperor!”‌

The​ voice echoed throughout‍ the street.

The​‍⁠ crowd’s shoulders stiffened.⁠

And⁠​ then everyone understood​ something.

Not‌‌⁠ just Marcella.

Everyone⁠ else as well.‌

If‍ those men found​‍‍ the boy, a great deal of⁠‍‌ trouble awaited him.‍

“H-He’s‍ over there.”

Unable‌​‍ to withstand the‌ pressure, some people‍‌‍ began pointing.

Children.‍

Elderly⁠‌‍ people.

Everyone​ present.

But​ when the knights‌ followed the directions‍ being pointed out,‌‌​ they gritted their⁠‌⁠ teeth in frustration.​

“Damn‍ northerners…”

Because​‌⁠ every person pointed​ in a different​⁠ direction.

Fingers‌ pointed everywhere imaginable.​

But⁠‌ one thing was⁠‍‍ certain.

Not​ a single one⁠ of those hands‌ indicated the path​‌‍ Emil had actually​ taken.

“Search⁠‍​ for him! Find​​ Emil Aureo immediately!”‌

As‍​‌ the knights moved⁠⁠‌ away, countless fingers​ continued pointing toward⁠ false directions.

This‌‌‍ was Soara.

The‌​⁠ city of the⁠ Swordmaster.

And⁠‌ throughout the city,‌⁠ people were doing‌‌‌ everything they could‍ to hide a boy from those‍‍⁠ whose purpose was⁠ killing dragons.

What did you think of this chapter?
1 reaction

0 Comments


There are no comments yet. Be the first!

Reader Settings
Page mode
Timer
Text Indent
Auto scroll
Tap to read
Pin menu
Translate page
Select language to automatically translate chapter content.
Audio & AI Voice
This chapter has pre-loaded audio
Ads Blocker Image Powered by Code Help Pro

Ads Blocker Detected!!!

We have detected that you are using extensions to block ads. Please support us by disabling these ads blocker.