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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 305: Side Story – The Young Dragons in Search of a Place to Go (2)

Chapter 305: Side Story – The Young Dragons in Search of a Place to Go (2)

The⁠​ city of Nassau.‍‍

A coastal city that⁠‍ had once been‌ ruled by the​⁠ Iznik Baron family.​

However,‍‍ Nassau was now⁠⁠ a territory under⁠ the Bayezids, and​ a strict inspection⁠⁠ was being carried​‍ out at its​ gates.

“So,‌‍ I understand that⁠‌‌ you’re a mercenary,‌ sir.”

Faced‍​‌ with the guards’‍‌ stern gazes, the‍‍⁠ mustached man flashed​ a broad smile.‌‌‌

It​‌ was a smile‍‌ that seemed to‍⁠‌ say, I have‌ nothing to hide.​

To‍ the guards, however,‌⁠ it looked rather‌‌ suspicious.

“…And‍​⁠ who’s this brat?”‌‌

Beside⁠‍‍ him stood a boy wearing an⁠ even more exaggerated⁠⁠ smile.

“This​‌‍ one doesn’t even‌⁠ have an identity‍‌ tag.”

He⁠​​ was a blue-eyed‌ boy with a white linen coif‌ covering his head.⁠‍

Despite​⁠ his adorable face,⁠⁠ he had a rather fine sword‍ hanging at his‍ waist, and he⁠‍​ looked at the⁠ guards with bright‌‍ eyes, as though‌ begging them to​‍ let him in.⁠⁠

“Hahaha,​​⁠ this is my⁠​‍ nephew. He still‍​ hasn’t been able‌ to get his‍‌ identity tag.”

The‌‍‌ mustached man laughed‌‌​ heartily as he‌ ruffled the boy’s​ hair.

The​⁠ boy clearly didn’t‍ like it, frowning⁠‌⁠ for a brief⁠‌ moment, but when‍​‍ he looked back​‍ at the guard,‌​​ he once again⁠ flashed him a wide smile.

“You⁠‍ know how it‍‌ is. It’s not⁠ easy for country⁠⁠ children to find​ a priest. Besides,‌ his family is⁠⁠​ so poor they‍ can’t even afford​‌ an identity tag.”​⁠‍

“Even⁠‌ so, without an​​‍ identity tag, he‌​‍ can’t enter.”

“Come⁠ on, don’t be​⁠ like that.”

Just⁠​‍ as the guard⁠ was about to‌⁠ refuse, the mustached‌‍‌ man swiftly slipped⁠​ a small pouch‌ inside the guard’s⁠ uniform.

“We‍‍‌ came here specifically⁠⁠‍ to have his⁠‌⁠ identity tag issued‌‍ at the local‍ church. After all,⁠​‍ I’m his uncle—I‌⁠​ should at least‍‌⁠ do that much‍ for him. Otherwise,​​ the poor kid‌ will have a very hard life.”​‌‌

It‍⁠⁠ took only a brief brush of⁠ hands for the‍​‌ pouch to disappear‍​‌ into the guard’s⁠‌‌ uniform.

The‍ way he slipped‍‍⁠ it in was‍‍​ so natural that‌‌​ it was obvious‌‍ this wasn’t his​ first time doing‌ something like this.‍

He⁠ even had the‌ nerve to straighten⁠​‍ the guard’s collar⁠‍​ afterward.

“Ahem…‍ Very well. You​ may pass!”

The⁠‌ guard judged the‍ weight of the‍ pouch and decided‌‌‌ it was enough.​​‍

The‌ moment he heard‍​‍ the approval, Emil‌ smiled broadly and​ started walking through‍ the gate.

But​​​ in this world,​‍‌ there was such⁠ a thing as​ order and proper⁠‍​ manners.

Smack!⁠⁠

“Thank‍‌​ him, brat!”

A hard slap landed⁠‌⁠ on the back‍‍‌ of his head.​

The​⁠ blow made him​​‌ bow his head⁠ by reflex.

“…Thankh‍‌ you.”

Since‍ he was already​⁠​ bowing, he took‍​ the opportunity to⁠‍‍ give a proper‍ bow.

Watching⁠ him leave after‌​ expressing his thanks,‌‍‌ the guard remarked‍​ that he had‍​‍ a good uncle.⁠​

Emil,​‍​ on the other⁠‍​ hand, simply rubbed‌ the back of‌⁠⁠ his aching head.‍

“If‌​ you keep walking⁠‍ around with your⁠ head held that‌​ high, nobody’s going​ to believe you’re‍​‍ a commoner. Keep‍‌​ your head down​ when you walk.”⁠‌‍

“I‌‍​ usually do say⁠‍ thank you.”

Emil‍‍ was disguised to‌⁠⁠ conceal his identity.‌

They⁠‌‍ were still within‌ Bayezid territory, but‌ the attackers had‍​ reached even Sturma,‍⁠​ the provincial capital.‍

“Then‍​ why make things​⁠ so complicated? We’d​‌ be better off​ digging a tunnel​ and sneaking in​⁠ underneath.”

“If‌ someone who’s already‌​ hiding also starts​​‍ sneaking into every​‌ place they go,​‍ how long do​‌‌ you think that’ll⁠ last?”

As‌ he spoke, the⁠⁠ man slipped an‍‍‍ entry permit into‌‍ Emil’s pocket.

“If‍ you keep hiding‍‌ this and putting⁠ that off, you’ll​‌ only end up⁠​ acting more and​​ more hesitantly. Whatever⁠‍ you can settle‌ on the spot,‌​​ settle it.”

“……”‌

Unable​​ to refute those‍‍ words, Emil simply‌​ looked away.

“I’ll‍⁠ head to the⁠‍​ harbor and find‍‍​ a ship to⁠⁠⁠ Trinova.”

“What‍​‍ about me?”

When‍ Emil asked where‌​ he was supposed⁠‍ to stay, the⁠‌ man gestured with​ his chin toward​ the building in​​ front of them.‌

“You⁠⁠ rent a room‍​ at the inn⁠‍ and wait quietly.”⁠

Emil‌‌​ wanted to ask‍ if they couldn’t​‍​ go together.

But​‍‍ he held back.⁠​‌

Even‌⁠‍ he knew they⁠‌⁠ attracted far too​‍⁠ much attention when‍‍ they were together.​​‌

“I’ll​ be back by​ nightfall at the‍ latest.”

The⁠⁠ man was about‍‌ to head toward‌⁠‍ the harbor.

However,‌ a hand hurriedly​⁠⁠ grabbed him from‌‌ behind.

“What⁠⁠ is it?”

“……”​⁠

Emil‍​⁠ didn’t answer.

He⁠ simply held out‍‍ both hands and‍‍ stared at him.‌

“Tsk!⁠ Fine, I get​ it already!”

The‍ delicious aroma of⁠‌ potato stew drifted⁠ from the inn.​‍

As⁠ soon as he⁠‌​ caught the smell,‌‍ the man clicked​‌‍ his tongue as​ though he had​ finally understood the‍​​ situation and placed‌ a copper coin‍ in Emil’s palm.​

“Go​‌ buy yourself something⁠​ to eat in‍ there and stay‍​ put! Got it?”‍

The⁠ boy didn’t answer⁠​ this time either.⁠

He‌‍‍ merely nodded, together⁠ with the yellow⁠‌​ mole still sitting​‍ atop his head.⁠⁠

***‌‍

Lunch​⁠⁠ hour had already​​‌ passed, so the‍ inn was fairly‌ quiet.

Only​ a handful of‍‍ customers remained chatting⁠‍ at the tables.‌⁠​

“Here.”⁠

Perhaps‍‍ because of that,⁠⁠ a freckle-faced young‍‍ woman slid a loaf of bread‌ in front of‍​‌ Emil.

It‌ seemed that, with⁠ nothing to do,​‍ she had become‌‌ curious about him.‌

“I‍ didn’t order this.”‌‍

“It’s‍‍‍ a gift.”

It‌‌‌ was a freshly‌⁠‍ baked barley loaf.​⁠

Since‍ it was leftover‌⁠ bread, she had⁠⁠ decided to give‌​ it to him.‌

As‍ she handed it‍‌ over, the young​ woman casually sat​ down across from​‍ him.

“By‌​‍ the way, where​ are you from?⁠​⁠ You’re not from‌ Nassau.”

“None​‍ of your business.”⁠​⁠

“Come‍ on, I gave​ you bread. I can ask you‍ a couple of​​ questions, can’t I?”⁠‍‌

Contrary⁠‌ to what she⁠‍ expected, Emil was‌‌ rather curt.

Most‌⁠ boys his age​ smiled the moment⁠⁠ they made eye⁠⁠ contact with a girl.

He⁠‍ clearly wasn’t one‌ of them.

“Are⁠⁠⁠ you looking for⁠⁠‍ work? Do you‍ want to become‌⁠​ a mercenary?”

“You​⁠⁠ ask too many‍ questions.”

“That’s‍ only natural. When⁠ you work here,‌ you end up‍ getting curious about⁠​‍ everyone.”

The​‌ young woman was⁠⁠‌ an employee at‍ the inn.

Just⁠​ as she said,⁠‍ dealing with so‍‍ many people inevitably⁠‍ meant learning about‌‌ their lives and‍‌‍ becoming curious.

“Then​ did you ask‍‍ those people over‌ there a bunch‌​‍ of questions too?”‍

Emil⁠ subtly tilted his⁠ head toward another​ table.

Several‍‌ men were sitting‍ in one corner.​

Judging‍⁠⁠ by their appearance‌‌​ and the way‌​ they spoke, they‌⁠ gave off a very bad impression.‌‌

“Them?‍‌ Did they give⁠‍ you trouble?”

“No,⁠ it’s not that…”‍​‍

“It’s⁠⁠ just the way‍‍ they’re dressed is​​‌ pretty strange. Where‌‌ are they from?”‌​

Emil‍ spoke while discreetly⁠ glancing back so‌‍ the men wouldn’t⁠ notice.

He‍‍ was right.

They‌⁠ dressed very casually,‍‌‌ but it was‍​​ obvious their clothes⁠‌‍ belonged neither to​‌ the north nor⁠​‍ to the west.‍‌‌

“Oh,⁠ them? I haven’t​‌⁠ talked to them,​⁠‍ but I think‌ they’re from the​ Southern Isles.”

They⁠ were dressed exactly‍‍ like sailors or‍⁠ pirates.

Emil‌ remembered that the​ men who had​ attacked Lenia had⁠‍‍ been wearing very​‍‍ similar clothes.

“…You’re‌ not thinking of​ following them, are‌ you? No matter‍ how much you⁠‍‍ want to become‌​⁠ a mercenary, you​⁠ shouldn’t associate with​​‍ people like that.”​​

“I⁠​ already told you⁠‌ I’m not.”

Emil’s⁠​ ears sharpened.

The​​‍ young waitress kept⁠ chatting away in‌ front of him,⁠​​ but all of‍ the boy’s senses⁠‍​ were already focused​ on the men‍⁠ behind him.

Tick…‍‌​ Tick-tick… Tick…

“Where​​‍ are you going?‍⁠‍ Seriously, you’re not​ going to follow‌​ them, are you?”‌‍​

When⁠⁠‍ she saw Emil‌⁠ quietly stand up‍⁠ to follow the‍​‍ men as they​ left, the young‍ woman grabbed his​⁠‍ wrist in concern.⁠

However,​ Emil simply smiled​⁠ at her.

“Don’t⁠​ worry. I’m not​​ going to follow‍ them.”

Tick…⁠ Tick-tick…

With‍ all his senses⁠‌ sharpened to the‍‍ limit, Emil continued‍‌‌ hearing that unsettling‍‍ needle-like sound.

It​ was a sound⁠ he could never⁠​ forget.

“…I’m⁠‍ just going to‍ see them off.”‌‍‌

It⁠‍‌ was an extremely⁠​ faint sound.

So‍⁠ faint that not⁠⁠‌ even someone standing‍​⁠ right beside him⁠ could hear it.‌

Only⁠‌⁠ the senses of‌​⁠ a dragon could⁠⁠ perceive it.

Following‌​​ that same sound​‌ he had heard​‍‍ on the fog-covered‌ prairie, Emil rose⁠‌ from his seat.‍‌

***​‍‌

“How​ much longer are‌ we going to‌⁠⁠ stay here?!”

It⁠⁠ was a dark‌‌ warehouse.

One‌⁠ of those warehouses‍ used to store‍ goods, common in‍​‍ any port.

The‍ men were hiding‍‌ there.

“Be​ a little more‌⁠​ patient. They said‍ the ship to‌ Trinova will arrive​⁠ soon.”

There‍⁠ were four men​ in total.

The‌‌​ one who appeared‌ to be the‍‌‌ leader tried to​‍​ calm down the‌⁠‍ man who had​ just complained.

“What​​ if we’re caught​​ while we’re just⁠ sitting here waiting?‍‌‌ What if those‌ damned black mages​⁠​ show up right⁠⁠‍ now…?”

“Shhh!”‍​⁠

The​ man’s eyes trembled‍⁠⁠ with nervousness.

But​​ the leader simply‌​‍ placed a finger‌‍‌ over his lips‌‍ and hardened his​‍‍ expression.

“Don’t‍‌ say such ominous‌ things! Watch your‍​ mouth!”

Like‍‍‍ proper pirates from⁠‌‍ the Southern Isles,⁠‌ they were extremely​ superstitious.

At⁠‌‌ sea, they were⁠‍‍ brave men.

But​‍‌ once their feet​‌​ touched land, they⁠ went back to‌⁠⁠ being nothing more​⁠ than miserable wretches.‌‌

“We‌‍ all agreed on‌‌ this! Steal their​⁠‌ belongings and make‌ a fortune!”

Those⁠​ men were fugitives.‌

Pirates⁠‌ by nature, blinded⁠​ by gold, they​ had betrayed the​‍‌ job they had‌‍‍ been hired for‌⁠ and were fleeing​⁠​ back to the‍⁠ Southern Isles with‌‍​ both the black​‌ mages’ belongings and‌‍​ the advance payment.‌

“When​⁠‌ you want to⁠ pull off a big score, you‍ have to take‍​ risks. And now,​​​ take a look​‌​ at this.”

The⁠ leader spread both​⁠ arms, pointing toward⁠ different corners of​‍ the warehouse.

There‍‌‌ were numerous small⁠ cages stacked on⁠​ top of one‍⁠ another, each covered⁠‍ with cloth.

When⁠ he pulled the‌​​ cloth off one​⁠ of them, a small, adorable-looking bird‌⁠⁠ appeared, staring at​‌ them with huge,‍‍ tear-filled eyes.

“Look⁠⁠ at these half-spirits!‍‌​ Every single one⁠‍⁠ is worth a fortune! Just imagine‌⁠​ how much we’ll⁠ make once we⁠ sell them after‌⁠​ we get home.‍​ It’s a lot‌​⁠ better than working​ for those damned⁠​​ black mages!”

They​‌​ were animals mixed‌ with spirit blood.​

Creatures​⁠‍ with physical bodies‌ blessed by spiritual‍‍‍ energy, like Emil’s‍​ mole or Noir‌‌​ from the prairie.‌

Upon‌‍ hearing the man’s⁠‌ frenzied voice, all​‌‌ the captive half-spirits‌⁠‌ began whimpering anxiously.​

“We’ll⁠ sell these, go‌‍ back home, and​ pull off another​​ big score. You⁠​​ all know it.⁠‌ This compass doesn’t⁠​ just attract dragons,‌⁠ it also—”

Creeeak!‌

The⁠ leader was describing‌‍⁠ that bright future‍‌‌ when the door⁠‍ suddenly opened.

All⁠‌‍ of the men‍​​ flinched.

“…Good​ afternoon.”

Thinking⁠ it might be⁠ the black mages,‍‌ they immediately drew⁠⁠ their swords.

However,⁠​ the one who⁠​​ appeared was merely⁠ a young boy.‍

“Are‌​⁠ you the gentlemen⁠‌‌ from the Southern​‌ Isles?”

It‌⁠ was impossible to​‍ tell who had‍​ taught him such‌⁠ manners.

He⁠‌‍ even removed his⁠‍ cap and gave⁠ them a deep⁠⁠‍ bow.

Only​ then did they​‌ get a proper‍⁠ look at him.‌‍

He‍ was a very​‌ handsome boy with‌ blond hair and‍‍ blue eyes.

“Brat!⁠​ At least make‍‍‍ some noise before‌⁠⁠ coming in!”

“Damn…‍ You almost gave⁠ me a heart⁠ attack.”

Once‌ they realized he​ was only a child, the men‍‍ sighed in relief‌⁠​ while placing a hand over their‌‌⁠ chests.

He‌⁠ looked about thirteen⁠ or fourteen years⁠ old.

His⁠‍​ innocent expression made‌⁠​ it impossible to‌‍​ see him as‍‍ any kind of⁠ threat.

“And‌ who are you?⁠​ What are you⁠⁠ doing here?”

Perhaps⁠ embarrassed that they​ had been frightened​‍‌ by a child,​​ one of the‌‍ men stood up⁠ and walked over​⁠‍ to Emil.

He​​​ wore humble clothes.​​

A completely new sword⁠ with no signs⁠ of use.

And‍ his movements were​ so awkward that​‍​ he seemed unsure​⁠ even where to‍ stand, remaining by​‌ the doorway.

“What⁠ is it? Are‍⁠ you a rookie?”⁠​​

The​‍ pirates, convinced they‍‍ had already figured⁠⁠‌ him out, burst‍‌‍ into laughter.

“This⁠ one’s just run​‌ away from home!”​‌

“Poor‌⁠‍ kid. He’s got​​​ one hell of⁠⁠ a future ahead​⁠ of him.”

There​‌‍ were countless children‌‍​ like that in‍ the world.

Children​‌ with no inheritance​​‌ and no one⁠‌‍ to take care​‍⁠ of them.

Children⁠⁠ forced to throw‌‍‍ themselves into the​⁠​ world on their​ own.

And⁠⁠‍ searching for somewhere‌‍⁠ to belong, they​⁠‍ inevitably ended up‍⁠‌ in places they⁠ should never have‍‌⁠ gone.

“Well⁠‌‌ then want to​​⁠ join us?”

The‍​ men’s eyes gleamed​ as though they⁠‌⁠ had found easy⁠⁠ prey.

They‍​ could take him​ along and use‌⁠ him for small‌ jobs.

And‌‍ with a pretty⁠‌⁠ face like that,‌ they could probably⁠⁠‌ sell him somewhere​⁠ too.

“You’re​ lucky. We pulled​​⁠ off a big⁠‌ score not long⁠ ago.”

“But⁠‌‍ that scrawny kid‍‌ doesn’t even look‌⁠ useful.”

The⁠ men mocked him.⁠‍‌

They‌‌ laughed at the‍ boy who would‍⁠ soon fall into​ the very same‍‍‍ pit as them.‌

After⁠⁠⁠ all, few things⁠ were as entertaining‌ as watching someone‍⁠ else’s downfall.

“Hey!​ If you want‍ to make a living with a sword like us,‌ you’ll have to‍​‌ kill people too!”‍​

Hearing​ those words, the‍​ boy, who had‍‌‍ remained silent until⁠⁠​ then, slowly raised‍⁠‌ his head.

“So⁠ you have to‍​ kill people too?”‍

“Of⁠‍⁠ course! What, did‌ you think you⁠‍‌ could just pick​⁠⁠ the nice jobs?”‌‍

“…Then,‌⁠ gentlemen… have you‌‍​ killed a lot‌‍ of people?”

Click.⁠⁠

The‍‌​ moment he asked⁠‌ the question, the‍​ door behind him​‌‌ slowly closed.

The‍ boy himself had‍‍‍ closed it with⁠​‍ one hand.

“Where⁠​‌ did you kill⁠​ so many people?‍‌‍ In Sturma? In⁠‌​ Varna?”

And​‌ so, inside the‍​⁠ warehouse once again​ shrouded in darkness,‌⁠ the boy spoke⁠ calmly as he‌ looked at the‍‌‌ men.

“Or‌‌ in Soara?”

Tick,‌ tick-tick-tick…

In‌ the darkness, the‌⁠‌ boy’s eyes glowed⁠ with an intense⁠​‍ blue light.

At⁠ the same time,⁠ the compass began⁠ shaking violently.

Feeling‌‌ the needle trembling‌ wildly beneath his‍ clothes, the leader‌ swallowed hard.

“K-Kill‍‍ that bastard!”

At‌ his desperate shout,‌⁠ the men flinched‌‍ and drew their‍​ swords.

The‍ pirates from the​⁠ Southern Isles lunged​ at Emil from‍⁠‍ every direction.

Watching⁠​‌ them charge, Emil⁠​ slowly closed his‌​ eyes.

‘…They’re‌‌ slow.’

It​ was as if‌‌⁠ the entire world‌‍⁠ had frozen.

He‍⁠ had opened and‍ closed his eyes‍ once, yet the‌​ swords still hadn’t⁠‍ reached his neck.‌​

‘Istvan…‌​‍ that bastard was​‌ much faster.’

His⁠​ senses had transcended​ human limits.

It‍ was the dragon’s⁠‌ instinct that had​ remained dormant within⁠ him all this​‍‍ time.

Until⁠​ now, it had​ been confined within‍‌ the boy’s childish⁠ soul.

But​​​ there were those‌‍ who had enraged‍‌‍ it enough to‌ crack that soul​ apart.

“You​ damned brat!”

One​ of the men’s‍‍ swords was already‌ right in front‍‍⁠ of Emil’s face.‌‍⁠

Yet‍ even with the‍⁠ blade only inches‌ away, Emil merely‌​ exhaled calmly.

‘…’‍⁠‍

The‌‌ entire world surrounded‍‍ him.

The​ salty scent of⁠ the sea.

The‍⁠ cold sensation of​⁠ the approaching blade.‍⁠‌

The⁠ men’s rough breathing.​‍

Even‌ the faint flickering⁠ of the candle’s​‍ flame.

And​ the dragon’s senses​⁠​ captured the entire‍ scene as though‍‌ it were a single painting.

The​​ moment that perception‌ reached its peak,​​ Emil’s pupils split​‌‍ vertically.

Boom!​

“Ghk!”⁠‌⁠

His⁠ movement was so‍ fast that it⁠ left an afterimage.⁠‌‍

He​‌​ deflected the incoming‍ sword, slipped inside​‌‍ the guard of‍⁠ the off-balanced man,⁠ and drove his​ elbow into the⁠ man’s temple.

“Everyone,‌ be careful!”

The⁠ man staggered forward‌‍ from the impact.‍​⁠

Using‍ him as a shield, Emil shoved‌​ him ahead while,‍ at some point,‍ already holding a dagger he had⁠‌ snatched from the‌ man’s belt.

“Light‌‌​ a lantern! That​​ brat is too⁠​⁠ small…! Aaaagh!”

A jet of blood‍‌⁠ erupted from the‍‌‌ fallen man’s neck.‍

His​​ companion’s blood sprayed‍ out like a fountain, blinding the​ pirate for a brief moment.

The‌ man immediately tried⁠ to open his​⁠ eyes.

But‌‌ before he could,‍ he felt a terrible chill begin‌‌‌ in his shin.‌‍​

“Grrrgh!”‌

The⁠‌ blade ran along‍‍⁠ his shin, climbed‍⁠⁠ up his thigh,‍‍‍ and pierced through‍ his side.

The‍ instant he felt⁠ the edge, he​ realized death had‌ already arrived before‌ he could even⁠‌ exhale.

Bang!‌‌

Emil⁠⁠ kicked a wooden​​⁠ crate that flew‍​‍ straight into another‍ man’s face.

“Ngh!”​‍

The‍‌⁠ pirate knocked the‍‌‌ crate aside by‍‌ reflex.

But‌‍ there was no‌‌ one behind it.​‍

Only‍‍​ darkness.

Even⁠‌⁠ so, he immediately‍ realized something was⁠‍ wrong with his⁠​ senses.

“Huh…?”​‌

Everything‌‍​ was spinning.

The‍ ceiling and the‍⁠​ floor kept rotating‍‌‌ endlessly.

Ceiling.‌​​

Floor.‍‌

Ceiling.​⁠⁠

Floor.⁠​

When⁠‍‍ that spinning scenery​​ finally crashed against‌ the cold ground,‌⁠​ the man realized‍ what had happened.‌

His‌​ now headless body‌ was slowly collapsing‌ right in front‌⁠ of him.

Thud!‍⁠

Together‍⁠ with the arc​​ of blood spraying​‌ through the air,‌‍ the third man⁠ collapsed to his‍ knees without strength.​​‍

Only⁠​⁠ the group’s leader‌‍ remained.

The⁠‌‍ man holding the⁠‍⁠ sinister compass.

“Haa…⁠ Haaaa…”

Tears⁠‌​ streamed down the​​⁠ man’s face.

Only​‌‌ a short while​‌‌ ago, he had‌​ been desperately fleeing​ from black mages‌⁠‌ who manipulated death.⁠

But​‌ the death he‌‍‌ had struggled so‌‍‍ hard to escape⁠⁠‍ had finally arrived.‍

And‌‌ it came accompanied⁠‌ by the cold‌⁠ blue eyes of‌‍​ a dragon.

“You’re‍⁠ lucky. There was‌‍​ something I wanted​⁠⁠ to ask you.”‌​⁠

From​‌⁠ behind the shadows⁠​ cast by the​‌ candle, the boy​⁠‍ smiled.

No.​‍

He‌‍ was no longer​⁠‍ just a boy.‌

His‌ vertically slit blue‍ pupils and the‍⁠ compass needle, still​‌‍ shaking as though‍⁠​ possessed, made the‍ truth unmistakable.

“That‌⁠‌ compass… where did‍​ you get it?”​‌

That⁠​ child was not⁠‍ just another unfortunate⁠ soul who had‌⁠ wandered there by⁠‌ chance.

He⁠‌ was an avenger​‌ who had arrived‌​⁠ where he belonged.‍‍‍

A young dragon that‌⁠​ had flown from⁠‍ Soara stared intently‍⁠‍ at the man.‍

***‍

Inside‌‌​ the inn, now‍ enveloped by dusk,​ the mustached man‌⁠ waited with obvious​ anxiety.

The​‍‌ tavern was packed‌​ with customers drinking‍‌ and laughing loudly.‍​‍

But⁠ the face he‌ was waiting for‍​ still hadn’t appeared.​‌

“That​ brat, honestly…”

Emil‌ should have been‍‍ there.

Beside​ him, the freckled​ young woman was⁠‌‍ still anxiously explaining⁠​ that the boy​ had followed the​⁠⁠ men from the​ Southern Isles.

“Huh?”⁠​‍

Creeeak…‌⁠‍

Where‌​ should he even​‌​ begin looking?

As‌​​ he desperately considered​⁠⁠ his options, the‌ inn’s door opened.‍

And⁠‍⁠ through it walked⁠​⁠ the very boy​⁠ he had been‍ searching for.

“Brat!‍‌⁠ Where the hell⁠‍ have you been?”‍‍​

Emil​ walked in slowly⁠ with his head‌‌ lowered.

The⁠‍ man shouted at‌‍‌ him, but the‌ moment he saw‌‍ his condition, he‍⁠ was left completely‍​ speechless.

“Y-You…⁠ what happened to⁠ you?”

Emil‌ was covered in​⁠​ blood from head​​ to toe.

The​​ linen coif he‍ had worn to​ conceal his identity‌⁠⁠ was so soaked‍‍ in red that​‍ he couldn’t even‌ put it back‌‌ on anymore.

And‍​⁠ yet…

His‌ expression was astonishingly⁠​​ bright.

“Ah,‌‍ you’re back.”

Emil‍⁠⁠ smiled at the‍ man, who was​ still staring at⁠‌⁠ him in complete‌‌‌ shock.

Then‍​ he turned toward‍ the freckled young​ woman.

“Hey.​ The bread from⁠‍ earlier was really⁠ delicious.”

It‍​​ was a smile​ of genuine relief.⁠​

The‍​ dissatisfied expression he‌​‌ had worn just‍​ hours earlier had‍‌⁠ vanished completely.

Perhaps​ because of that,‍‍‌ to the young‍‍‌ woman, that smile‌‌‍ seemed to shine​‍‍ with extraordinary brilliance.‌‍

“Here.​ This is for⁠ the bread from‍​ earlier.”

Even‍‌‌ the blood staining‍ his face seemed‍​⁠ strangely captivating.

“W-Wh…⁠ what payment?”

Confused,​​‍ the young woman⁠​ looked down at‍‍⁠ the palm Emil‍⁠ had extended toward​‍⁠ her.

Resting‍‍⁠ on it was‌ a gleaming silver​⁠⁠ coin.

Far⁠⁠‌ too much money​ to pay for​​​ a simple piece‌‍ of bread.

“Oh,‍‌‌ and one more​ thing… I don’t‌‌ want to become⁠⁠​ a mercenary.”

But‌​​ what the young​‌‌ woman had offered‌ him had not‌‌⁠ been just a piece of bread.⁠

“I⁠‍‍ want to become⁠⁠​ a knight.”

Within‍⁠ that silver coin‍ was also the⁠ value of the‍‌​ sincere concern she⁠⁠ had shown when​ she told him‌‍ not to walk‌‌‍ down a dark​‌ path.

“And‌⁠ a knight must‌​ always pay the‌‍​ proper price.”

The‌ bloodstained silver coin⁠‌​ gleamed in the‍ young woman’s hand.⁠‌

That⁠ coin was the‍​‌ price of the‍ kindness she had‌ shown Emil.

And​‌ it was also‍‌⁠ the rightful reward‌⁠ Emil had collected‌‍‍ from those wretched​‍ lives.

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