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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 304: Side Story – The Young Dragons in Search of a Place to Go (1)

Chapter 304: Side Story – The Young Dragons in Search of a Place to Go (1)

The⁠‍⁠ Albarion Imperial Palace.​

The⁠⁠⁠ symbol of the‍⁠ capital, Brigantes, radiated​‍​ a gentle light⁠‍ tinged with an​⁠​ ivory glow.

In‌‌⁠ the garden at‌⁠ the center of‍‌⁠ that magnificent palace‌⁠‌ stood a man.​

“They‍⁠ failed?”

He‍ was a man⁠​​ with brown hair.⁠⁠‍

Tall,‌ broad-shouldered, and thick-browed.‍‌

Although‍‌ he wore loose-fitting‍⁠ clothes, his sturdy‍ physique was unmistakable,​‍ showing that he⁠‍‍ was in the​ prime of his⁠‍⁠ life.

“And⁠​ even after sending⁠ them all those​ troops?”

Upon‍⁠​ hearing the report,⁠ the man let⁠⁠ out a disbelieving‌ laugh.

At‌​ the same time,‍ his hand stopped​ moving.

Beneath‌ the pond, a school of hungry‌‍‌ carp repeatedly opened​ and closed their‍​ mouths, waiting for​‍⁠ the man to​‍‍ throw them food.‌‌​

“They‍‌ say the resistance⁠⁠​ was almost on‍⁠​ the scale of​‍ a riot. That’s​‌⁠ why it wasn’t‍ easy to take‌ the children…”

“And​ that’s exactly why⁠ I sent them‌ an army, Razmael.”‍‍‌

The‍⁠ man’s gaze, fixed‌​ on the Court‍‍ Duke, gleamed dangerously.‌‍

“That​ army was sent‍ so they could‍ use it. Since⁠‌ they had already​​ drawn their swords,‍‌ they should have‌ at least pretended​​​ to swing them.”‌

The⁠​⁠ fish food crumbled⁠⁠ inside the man’s​⁠ hand.

The‍‍ hungry fish continued⁠⁠​ gathering, drawn by​⁠‍ the scent, but‌ he had no‍‍ intention whatsoever of⁠ opening his fist.⁠‍​

“What‍‌⁠ is it that⁠⁠‌ makes you so​‌​ cautious? Haven’t the⁠​ Swordmaster and we⁠​‍ already crossed a river from which‍‌‍ there is no‌‌ return?”

The‌ brown-haired man walked⁠​ toward Razmael.

Each‌⁠‌ of his steps⁠⁠ was heavy and‍‌ solemn.

The⁠​ Emperor of the‌‌ Empire lightly tapped⁠‌⁠ Razmael’s chest as‍⁠ he said,

“Don’t⁠⁠ forget, Razmael. Remember‍ who trampled both⁠ your family and‌ mine.”

“……”‌​​

“Never‍‍ forget what the‍‍‌ dragons did to‍ this Empire.”

More‍⁠‌ than twenty years​ ago, there had‌‍ existed a dragon‌ that sought to⁠ achieve perfection by‌‍ feeding on the‌ Empire’s blood.

The‌ oldest dragon, who​‌​ humiliated the noble​​‍ Imperial Family and‍ wiped out its​ rightful heirs.

The‌‌​ two men now⁠‌ standing in that‍⁠ garden were among​ the few survivors‌‍ who had managed‌‍‍ to escape that​‌ monster.

“As​ long as Dragulia’s‍⁠​ blood still exists,⁠‍ there will never‌‌ be peace in⁠ the Empire.”

The​⁠‍ Emperor raised a finger and pointed​ toward the sky.⁠​‌

There‌⁠ floated a black‍⁠ moon bathed in‌‍​ a pale white​⁠⁠ light.

“Let’s‍‍ not allow those‍ bastards to do​ whatever they want⁠⁠ again. Understood, Razmael?”⁠⁠‌

Hearing​‍⁠ those words, Court⁠ Duke Razmael bowed‍‌ deeply.

“Yes,‍​ Your Majesty.”

The‌‌​ age of dragons​ had already come‌ to an end.⁠​

But‌​​ the wounds they⁠‌ had left behind‍ were still deep.‍

Wounds​‌ that might never​​⁠ heal.

And‌​ because of them,‌‍⁠ the two moons,‌‌​ unable to trust​ one another, continued⁠‍‌ to watch each​‌⁠ other with hatred.⁠​​

***⁠‍

A man and a boy walked through​‌‌ a dark forest.‌

It‍⁠ was the forest⁠‌ west of Soara,‍‌ so dense that​‌ it barely allowed⁠ sunlight to pass⁠​​ through.

Before​​​ the Spirit Route‌‌ existed, merchants had‍⁠‍ often crossed it,‌​ but now the‍ path was covered‌‌⁠ only with patches⁠​⁠ of wild grass.‍‌

“So​ if I can’t​ call you old​‌ man, what do‌‍⁠ you want me⁠​ to call you?”⁠‍‍

Emil⁠⁠⁠ walked with his​⁠​ ears keenly alert‍⁠ in case any‌ pursuers appeared.

Behind⁠⁠ him walked a man too old⁠ to be middle-aged,⁠⁠‌ yet too young​‍‍ to be called‌‍ elderly, grumbling as‍ he listened to‍ the boy’s words.⁠

“There⁠⁠ are plenty of​‍ other ways to​​ address me. Master,‍‌⁠ Sir Knight, things​‍⁠ like that.”

The‌​ man was quite⁠⁠ bothered that Emil‌‍‌ insisted on calling‍‍ him old man.‍‌

“But⁠‍ you’ve never taught​ me anything, so‍⁠ calling you Master‌‌ would be weird.”​⁠​

“And‍‌ Sir Knight?”

When‌ the man suggested‌ that, Emil turned‍ to look at‍⁠ him and frowned.​‍

“And‌‍ how am I supposed to know‍​‌ whether you’re really‌ a knight or‌‌ not?”

He‍‌ was a man⁠‌‍ of unknown identity.‍‍

Although‍​ it was customary⁠⁠‌ for retired knights⁠‌⁠ not to reveal⁠​ their names, Emil‌‌ was in a situation where he⁠⁠​ had to be​‌‌ suspicious of everything.​​​

“Then‌​ why do you⁠ think I saved​‌‍ you?”

“……”⁠

At‍​‌ that question, Emil​⁠‌ was left speechless.‍⁠⁠

“Because​ I’m a knight.‍​‍ Retired knights have​​ a habit of​‌‍ sticking our noses​‌ into other people’s‌​​ business.”

“And​‍‌ someone from the​‌‌ center came all‍⁠⁠ the way to‌ the north just​​ for that?”

When‍​​ Emil called him​‌​ someone from the‌ center, the man⁠ fell silent for⁠​ a moment.

“How⁠⁠⁠ are you so​​ sure I’m from‍ the center?”

Emil​‌​ didn’t answer.

He‍ simply raised a finger beside his⁠‍‌ nose and drew⁠⁠‌ a circle in⁠ the air, imitating​⁠⁠ a mustache.

“No‍‍ one in the‌‍​ north wears a mustache like that.⁠​‍ Only people from​ the center who‌ care too much⁠‍​ about appearances.”

“Ahem!⁠‌⁠ Appearances? That’s called⁠​ the dignity of​‌‌ a grown man.”⁠

Even⁠ though it had​ only been a guess, Emil had​​​ been right.

The​⁠ man pulled a piece of dried⁠ fruit from his‍​ pocket and offered‍ it to him‍ as he spoke.⁠‌‌

“The‌ truth is, I owed your father‍⁠ a debt a long time ago.‍ I came to​ Soara intending to‌‍ repay that favor,‍​ and then this​ whole mess happened.”‌

He‍ was still a man of unknown‌ identity.

But​‌ his actions had‍ shown who he‌​⁠ was.

He‌‌ was the first‍‌ to notice the‍ arrival of the‍​‌ Dragon Slayer Knights‌‍‍ and the one‍‍‌ who managed to​​ get Emil out⁠‍‍ of Soara before‌ they could capture⁠ him.

Emil⁠⁠‍ didn’t know what‌ debt he owed⁠⁠ his father, but‍‍‌ he was convinced‍‍‍ the two of​⁠⁠ them must have‍ been very close.⁠

“I​ don’t like raisins.”​

“Just​​​ eat them. Kids‌ these days don’t‍‌‌ know how valuable⁠ food is.”

Though​ he grumbled, the‍ man reached into​‍‍ his pocket again‍ and, instead of‌⁠​ raisins, handed Emil⁠‍​ some dried figs.‌⁠

“By‌ the way, where⁠​ are you planning‌​‌ to go now?”​⁠

Emil‌ took a big‍‍ bite of the‌ dried fig before⁠‌‌ answering.

“To‍⁠ Deirmar.”

Emil’s​‍ next destination was⁠‍​ the city of​ Deirmar.

The⁠‌ territory of Baron‌⁠ Hainal’s family, Lady​ Alicia’s city.

“That’s‍‍‍ my home. I was born there.”​⁠

Since‍‍‌ he had been‍‌⁠ too young to​‍⁠ remember, Emil had‌​ run through the​ hills of Deirmar.​‍

Sir⁠​ Duncan was there,‍‌‍ who had cared‍ for him as​​​ much as Ramund‌ had, and so‌ were the elves‍​ of Aushrin, who‌‍⁠ always showed up‍⁠⁠ with curious trinkets.‍

Unlike‌​‍ bustling Soara, it‌‌ was a quiet,⁠‌⁠ rural town, but​‍‍ Emil loved its​ scenery just as⁠⁠ much.

“If⁠⁠‌ we get there,⁠​ we’ll be safe.”‍‌

When‍ he heard that‍‍ Emil wanted to‌ head to Deirmar,⁠ the man stroked⁠‌ his mustache and‍​‌ fell into thought.‍​‌

“…I⁠ don’t think so.”​

If​‌ they couldn’t stay⁠​‌ in Soara, then‌‍‍ going to Deirmar‌​​ was the obvious​⁠⁠ choice.

But​‌ that was precisely‌⁠ the problem.

It⁠ was too obvious⁠​​ a choice.

So‍‍ obvious that the​ Dragon Slayer Knights‍ would surely think⁠​⁠ the same thing.​⁠

“You​‌ shouldn’t take things⁠​‌ for granted so⁠ easily. It’s dangerous.”‍‍⁠

The‍ man’s words, spoken‌ from behind him,‍‌ carried a strange‍⁠ depth.

A depth so profound​‌ that Emil stopped​ in his tracks.‍​​

“Because‍‌​ people who try‌ to deceive others⁠ usually take advantage⁠‌⁠ of those very​⁠ obvious assumptions.”

When‌​ Emil turned around,⁠ he saw the‍‍ man scratching his‌ head while looking​‍‌ away.

He‌‍‍ seemed to be​​ avoiding the boy’s‍​ gaze, though Emil​ couldn’t understand why.⁠

“It’ll‌⁠​ be safer than​​⁠ Soara, which has‌ already been attacked,‍⁠⁠ but the road‌⁠⁠ to Deirmar will‍ be quite difficult.‌ I heard rumors⁠⁠⁠ that several of​ the most influential‍‍ families from the‌⁠‌ center have already​​‍ deployed troops to​⁠ the north.”

The⁠‌‌ Emperor had lost‌​ his influence over‍⁠‌ the north.

However,​⁠‌ because of that,⁠ he had easily‌ gained the support⁠‌⁠ of the central‌ nobility.

The‌⁠ central nobles had‍⁠ lost much of⁠​​ their former privilege,‌​‌ not only because‌ of the growing‍ power of the​⁠‌ north, but also‍ because of outside‍​‌ forces such as​ the elves and​‍ the dwarves.

“Then⁠ where do I go?”

Hearing⁠‍‍ that even the​​ road to Deirmar⁠​‍ would not be‍​ safe, Emil’s expression‍‍⁠ hardened.

He‍⁠ came to a complete stop, as‌ though he had‍​ lost all sense⁠⁠​ of direction.

The‍​ retired knight watched‌​ him before speaking.⁠‍⁠

“As⁠ long as they‍​ don’t catch you,​ everything will be​‌⁠ fine. Once your‍⁠​ father returns, all‌ of this will​ be resolved.”

After​‍​ reassuring the boy,‍ he continued.

“So​‌ instead of Deirmar,‌‍ how about heading​‍ straight west?”

“To‍ the west?”

“Yes,​​ to the west.”‍

The‌​​ Dragon Slayer Knights⁠⁠​ naturally assumed Emil⁠‍⁠ would head for‍ Deirmar.

That⁠‍​ was precisely why‌⁠ the man believed⁠‌ skipping Deirmar and​​ traveling much farther⁠‍ away would be‍‍ the best way​ to deceive them.​

“Let’s​⁠ go to the​‍ city of Trinova.​​ Countess Lavnoma will​‌⁠ be able to​‍ protect you.”

There‍‌ was a region‌‍⁠ that hated the⁠⁠‍ Imperial Family just‌ as much as‌‌⁠ the north did.⁠⁠​

The​‍​ western part of​ the continent.

A land that had⁠‌ suffered greatly under‍ the Gaidar family.‌

Although‌‌‍ it had been⁠ brought to the​ brink of destruction⁠​ by the schemes⁠‌ of the Imperial⁠​ Family and Dragulia,​‍‌ there was a family there that‌⁠ had reclaimed its​ name thanks to​‌​ a blue-eyed boy.​​⁠

“Besides,‍ the dwarves of‍⁠⁠ Nidavellir are nearby.⁠‍‍ Even the Dragon⁠​ Slayer Knights will‌ have a hard‍​ time getting close‌​ there.”

Emil​⁠‍ nodded slowly.

Charles​‍‌ Lavnoma.

He​ remembered seeing her⁠‌ when he was⁠‌ little.

She‍ was a woman​‌‍ with dark green‍‌​ hair cut into‍ a flawless bob.⁠⁠⁠

Her‌‍​ sharp eyes seemed⁠ capable of piercing⁠‍ anyone like the‍‌‍ tip of a sword, while her‌ pale face retained⁠‌ only the refined​⁠ elegance carved by​‌‍ years of training.⁠

“All⁠​​ right.”

She‌‌ was the woman‍⁠ admired by every​​​ young girl who‌‌ dreamed of becoming‌ a knight, including‍‍⁠ his sister, Yustia.⁠⁠‌

And‍ she was also‌ one of the​‍‌ few people his‍ father said he‌‍ could trust completely.‌

“Let’s‍ go west.”

With⁠⁠⁠ his destination decided,⁠‌‌ Emil resumed walking.​

His‌⁠‌ destination was the‌‌ west.

The‌⁠ city of Trinova,​ home of the⁠⁠ Lavnoma family.

***‍​

The‌⁠ western city of‍‍ Trinova.

A place where even‍⁠ the blazing summer​ sun could not⁠​‍ overcome the cool‍‍⁠ sea breeze.

Inside⁠‍​ the study of‍ a residence with‍ its windows open⁠‍​ to let in‍​⁠ the wind, a woman rested her​ head on her‍ desk with her‌​ eyes closed.

“Countess.‌​ Countess?”

She‍ was a woman‌ with very fair‌ skin and dark‌‍ green hair.

Anyone‌‍⁠ would turn to⁠​⁠ look at her‌⁠ because of her​ extraordinary beauty.

However,⁠​ Martha, the head‌​ maid, wore an‍‌‍ expression full of⁠ concern.

“Countess!‌‌​ Countess! Oh, I’m​‍⁠ going to lose⁠‍ my mind!”

Because​ countless empty liquor‍‌ bottles surrounded her.‌

Large⁠​ bottles of every‌⁠​ kind.

The‍‌ strong smell of‌‌ alcohol filled the⁠​‍ study as Martha,⁠‍ completely exasperated, grabbed‍ Charles by the‍‍ shoulders and shook‍ her.

“Milady!⁠⁠‌ How many bottles‌​⁠ did you drink‍‌ last night?”

“Mmm…”‌

Only⁠ then did Charles​​ stir and slowly‍​‌ lift her head.​

“Ah…​‍ Martha… give me​⁠ a glass of⁠‌‌ water.”

She‍ had slept so​⁠​ deeply that her‍ sweat-soaked hair clung​​ to her cheeks.​‍⁠

Her⁠‌ face was also‍‌ completely smeared with​ ink.

And‌⁠ there was still‌‍‌ a trail of⁠ drool running from‌ the corner of‍⁠ her mouth.

Seeing⁠ her like that,⁠‍⁠ Martha handed her‍‍ a glass of‍‍​ water with a frown.

“I’m⁠ afraid someone will‍ see you like​ this. Do you‌ really plan on‌⁠‌ getting married someday?”⁠‍⁠

The‍ moment she heard‌ the word married,⁠‍‍ Charles’s hand stopped‌ reaching for the​ glass of water⁠⁠‌ and went straight​ for another bottle‌ of liquor.

“What⁠​ are you going‌ to do with⁠‌ your life? You’re‍​ almost thirty already,⁠⁠ Milady… I mean,⁠‌‍ Countess.”

Officially,‍⁠‌ they were mistress‍​‍ and servant, but‌⁠ in truth they‌ were more like⁠ mother and daughter.⁠‌

After‌‌‍ all, Martha had​‌⁠ raised Charles as⁠‌ though she were​‍​ her own daughter‌ ever since she​ was little.

Even⁠‌ during the tragedy‌‍ caused by the​ Gaidar family, she‍ had endured countless‌⁠ hardships to protect‍⁠ the young Charles.‌‍

“I‌ don’t want to​​⁠ hear about it!”‌‍

“What⁠ do you mean​‍‌ you don’t want​ to hear about‌‌ it? Are you‌‌‍ planning to end​ the Lavnoma family‍ line right here?”‌⁠⁠

That​ was precisely why‌ Charles could never​‌ stand up to⁠ her.

Martha⁠‍ could even shove​​ marriage proposals right​‌‌ in front of​⁠⁠ her face without‌⁠⁠ the Countess being‍‌ able to protest.‌​‍

“Look‌‍ at all these⁠‌ outstanding young men‍ begging to meet​⁠‌ you, and you‍​ won’t even grant​⁠​ them an audience?”‍

“……”​​​

“I‍‍ might as well‌‌ die now and‌‍ go apologize to‌​ the late Count‌‌ and the late⁠ Countess. Honestly…”

As​​‍ Martha continued lecturing‍⁠ her, Charles raised‍⁠⁠ another glass of​​⁠ liquor.

A woman already of​⁠‍ marriageable age, drinking​ hard liquor in‌ broad daylight.

Martha’s​⁠‍ eyes narrowed more‍⁠⁠ and more.

“If‍ you won’t get​‍​ married, then at​ least go get‍‌ yourself an heir‍​‌ some other way!”​‍‍

“I’d‌ like to do⁠ that too!”

Charles‌​​ slammed the glass​‍ onto the desk‍ and answered, still​​‌ completely drunk.

“If⁠⁠ I could, I would’ve done it⁠‌⁠ already!”

The‌‌⁠ alcohol from the​ previous night had⁠​‌ still not worn‌‍ off.

And‌​ after enduring Martha’s​ lecture, Charles’s eyes‌ began to fill‍​ with tears.

“I‌⁠ don’t want any‌⁠‌ of these pretenders…”‍​‌

The‍ desk was piled‍‍​ high with marriage​‌ proposals sent by​​ countless noble families.‍

Every‍ one of them‍ overflowed with flattery‍ and sweet words‍⁠ meant to win⁠‌ her over.

But​ Charles had not‌‍‌ the slightest interest⁠ in any of‌‌ those men.

“I‍ want a blond-haired,⁠​‌ blue-eyed child too!”​

Because‍ ever since childhood,⁠‍ she had carried​ her first love‍ in her heart.‍

The​‍ blue-eyed knight who‍ had saved her‌​ so gracefully during‍ the hardest period​ of her life.⁠‍

Displayed‍‌‍ in her study‌‍‍ like a treasured‌‍ heirloom was still⁠‍‍ the old, worn‍‌ cloak Vlad had‌⁠‌ given her.

“Oh,⁠‌ my young lady…‍‌​ what am I supposed to do‍ with you?”

If​‍⁠ it wasn’t that‌ person, she didn’t‌⁠ want to marry​ anyone.

As⁠​‌ she watched Charles‍ cry her heart​ out like a little girl, completely⁠ drunk, Martha could‌​​ do nothing but⁠​ beat her chest‌ in resignation.

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