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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 31: The Tree of Memories (1)

Chapter 31: The Tree of Memories (1)

“Waiting⁠‍ inside.”

“I’m‌‌‌ ready.”

Joseph‍​‌ and the knights‌‌ follow them inside.‌

“You​‍​ can wait here.”⁠‌

“Okay…”⁠‌‍

But⁠‌ Vlad, the squire,⁠‌ couldn’t enter with‌​⁠ them.

The​​​ door to the‍‌ room closed with⁠‍‍ the flutter of‍‌ Joseph’s cloak.

This⁠‌ wasn’t a place⁠⁠​ where Vlad was⁠​‍ allowed yet.

As‌‌​ always, only small​⁠ things were allowed​⁠‌ for the boy.​

“This​‌ is boring.”

He‍ didn’t know how​ long they would⁠​‌ talk in there,‍⁠ but Vlad was‍ forced to wait‍‌ here.

Unable‍​⁠ to use his⁠‍​ time as he‌‌‌ pleased.

That‍​ was the sadness⁠​‌ of being chained‌⁠‍ somewhere.

“Let’s‌​‍ take a look.”‌​​

For‌‍ a moment, the‌‌ boy was about‌‌ to revel in​‌​ a melancholic sentiment,⁠‌ but he shook‍‍ his head and‍ instead revealed his​​ curiosity about the‍⁠ new place.

He‌ might be bound,​‌ but at least​‍ he could explore⁠‍ the territory.

Maybe⁠​‍ ten steps?

Whenever⁠‌ Vlad entered a new, unfamiliar place,‌ he looked around.‌⁠⁠

Precisely‌​⁠ because of his‍​​ habit of seeking⁠‌ an exit, a behavior born of‌⁠ the instincts of‌ someone from the​‌ streets who had⁠​‍ to look out‌​‍ for themselves whenever‍‍⁠ and wherever they‌​⁠ could.

“It’s⁠ smaller than the⁠ Bayezid mansion,” he​‌‌ said.

He⁠‍‍ had noticed it‌‍ as soon as‍ he entered, but​​ the Deirmar mansion​ was small, and​​⁠ it also seemed‍​ old.

Maybe⁠‌‍ it was a mistake to compare‍‍‌ it to the​⁠​ mansion of a powerful count, but‌ even in Vlad’s⁠‌ judgment, who had​ lived on the​​ streets, it wasn’t⁠ a very large​ mansion.

It‍​​ was the kind⁠ of place that​​‍ could quickly become‍​ a nice abandoned​‌​ house if neglected,⁠‍ although the cleanliness​ of the place​​‍ made it not‍‍‌ seem so much.​

“I‌​‍ guess not.”

But‌​⁠ Vlad could see‍‌‍ it.

Dust‍​ accumulating in the‍​ corners of the​‌ hallway.

Small‌‍ cracks extending out⁠​ of sight, indicating​‌ that it had‍‌ been a tumultuous⁠​ time.

“Hmmmm.”‍

After‍‍ getting a rough⁠‌‍ idea of the‌ radius he could‍​‌ move in thanks⁠‍ to the servant’s‌ sigh who was‌​‌ waiting for him,‌ Vlad began to⁠⁠ stroll through the​⁠‍ space he had​​‍ been given, familiarizing‍​⁠ himself with the‌⁠ place.

The⁠‌​ hallways were narrow⁠‌ and winding, perfect⁠‌ for getting lost.‌⁠

There⁠⁠​ were wallpapers of​ different colors everywhere,⁠‍ and it seemed​ like they had​ been removed recently.‌

An‍ old maid limps‍ by carrying a bucket, suggesting they​ have just fired​‍ the previous occupants.​​

I guess they don’t⁠ have money.

It‍⁠⁠ was through these‍ things that Vlad,‍‍ who had to⁠ look closely, could‍ guess the situation‌‍‌ here.

The‌‌​ territory, famous for⁠‌ its lemons, was‌‍ having financial problems.⁠⁠‌

“Are‌⁠ they losing money?”‌

I don’t know what’s​⁠‍ going on because‍​⁠ they won’t tell‍ me, but the​⁠‌ fact that he​‍⁠ has traveled here​‍‌ in person suggests‍⁠ he’s trying to​ get something for‌‌⁠ nothing.

Something‌ he can report​⁠⁠ to his father,‍‌⁠ Peter Bayezid, and‌‍‌ build his record​ on.

But,‌⁠⁠ at least from‍ what Vlad could‍ see, it was⁠‌⁠ unlikely that shiny‌‍‌ gold coins would‌​ appear.

“I’ll‍​ manage,” he thought.⁠‍

After‌​ all, he was‍ just a squire.​​‌

You’re​​‌ in the same‍⁠ boat, but with‌‌ different roles, so⁠ you don’t have⁠​‌ to worry about‍‍‍ it.

Not⁠⁠‍ that he deserved⁠‍‍ to worry.

After​ a while, he‍ looked around to‍‌ alleviate his boredom.‍​‍

[Clang-clang-clang]‍‌‍

The‍⁠⁠ sword sheathed at‌​ his waist made‍⁠ a brief sword​ sound, calling to‌ Vlad.

“Hmm.”‌​‍

Turning⁠​ his head momentarily⁠​⁠ to see if⁠​ anyone had seen‍​ him, Vlad saw‌‍​ that there was‍ no one else‌‍‌ but the servant,⁠​‍ and he grasped⁠‍ the hilt of​​‌ the sword with​‌ a natural gesture.‍⁠

The⁠‌⁠ moment Vlad wielded​⁠‍ the unadorned sword,‍ he heard a voice that could​⁠⁠ only be heard‍⁠‌ by wielding the​‍‌ sword.

“It‍‍​ seems like I remember being here.”‌⁠

“Oh…”​‍

Vlad⁠⁠‌ let out a small sigh involuntarily.‍‍

***‌‌

“Thank‌‍ you very much‌‍⁠ for coming all⁠⁠ this way, Sir⁠​ Joseph Bayezid.”

“The​‍ call of blood‌‍ is above all,​ and when it’s⁠ a legitimate crisis‌‍ of kinship, you​ must respond.”

A woman sitting at‌⁠​ the highest point⁠ of the place.​‌‌

“…”‍‍

A young woman with‌‌ light blue hair​ sat in a seat only a noble could occupy,‍⁠ looking at Joseph.⁠

She‍⁠ was young and⁠⁠‌ beautiful, but it‍‍ couldn’t be missed‌‌ that the clothes⁠‌‌ she wore seemed‍ heavy, and the‍ seat she was​ in seemed uncomfortable.⁠‍

“Please,‍‌ convey my greetings‌‌ to Lady Oksana.”​⁠‍

“Of​​⁠ course.”

Between⁠​​ the two.

That’s​‌ what Alicia and⁠‍ Joseph were, even‌​ if they were‌‌ more than eighth⁠ cousins by maternal‌‌ blood.

It‍​ was a distant​⁠ if not far-off⁠ relationship, but as‌⁠​ long as what‌​ they wanted and‌‌‌ what they could⁠‍ give were in⁠‌ harmony, it was‌​​ actually just a matter of treaties.⁠

“My⁠‌ father, Count Bayezid,‌‍‌ has already given‌‌⁠ his permission. All​ that remains is‍​ for you to‍ decide.”

Alicia‌‍‌ closed her eyes⁠​ for a moment‌‌‍ as Joseph got⁠‌⁠ straight to the⁠ point as soon⁠‍​ as the brief​‌ courtesies were over.‍

Her‍ eyelashes seemed heavier‍⁠ today.

Responsibility,‌​ fear, and an‌ unknown future.

While​‌​ Alicia slowly shivered‍‌‌ under its weight,‍‌‌ the old knight‍​ next to her‌‌⁠ came closer.

“I’ve‌‍ already decided.”

Looking⁠‌ at the old⁠⁠​ knight who had‌ offered his sword‍ even when everyone‍​ else had turned‍‍‌ their backs, Alicia‍‍ made up her⁠ mind.

I am the mistress‌ of this place.‌⁠

I must find my‍⁠ place.

“It‍​​ will be as⁠⁠‍ the Count wishes.”⁠

“Of⁠ course.”

At⁠‌ Alicia’s words, Joseph‌‍ nodded and smiled.‌‍⁠

This⁠ is the first‍‍ step of what​​⁠ he has planned.‌

“Assuming⁠​ victory in the⁠⁠‌ duel is mine.”⁠​

But⁠‌​ the light-haired woman‍ was an imposing‍‌‍ person.

In‍ this situation, where‍ everything was a promise, she had‍‌‍ not yet cashed‍⁠⁠ in.

“You‌‌ don’t have to‍ worry.”

To‌ Alicia’s faltering statement,⁠‌‌ Joseph merely responded‌​ with an easy⁠​ smile.

“Because‌⁠ the sword of​ House Bayezid has​ always promised victory.”‍

At‍‍ Joseph’s words, the​ squint-eyed knight silently​⁠‌ sheathed his sword.⁠

“…”‌‍

Looking‌‌ at the old‌ knight guarding the‍‍‍ woman.

It‍⁠​ was only one‌‍‍ eye, but the‌‍‌ aura within had‍ the kind of‍ momentum that could​ crush hundreds of⁠⁠‌ eyes.

The‍​⁠ knight promised his​‍​ victory with fervor.‌⁠

A knight to protect‌ and a knight​​ to take.

A woman to give‍​‌ and a young‍‌ man to promise.‌⁠​

In‌ the mansion’s largest‌​⁠ hall, the gazes‍⁠​ of four men​ intertwined.

***‌

“Shouldn’t​​‍ accept it so‍‌‌ easily.”

“She‍ seemed shaky, but⁠‍‌ she still had⁠ her composure as‍‌‍ a Baroness.”

“I​ agree.”

As‍‌ Joseph walked through‍‍‍ the hallway, he​⁠ reflected on his​​ encounter with Alicia.‌ Judging by her‍‌ desperate plea for‍‍​ help, he initially​⁠ thought she was​​ cornered, but she​‍‌ clung to a shred of initiative⁠ until the end.​​ It meant she‍⁠⁠ didn’t give up.‌‍‌

“Nevertheless,‌ our behavior won’t‌‌ change.”

Joseph‍ said, looking at‌‌‍ Bordan, who followed⁠ him without saying‌​​ a word.

“Do‍‌‌ what you’ve planned‌​​ and get ready.”​‌‍

“Yes,⁠⁠ Lord Joseph.”

Everyone‌ has a purpose.​‍ That’s why Joseph⁠‌​ carried Bordan, a sword that cost⁠‍‍ less than half‍​ a coin. When‍ Jager opened the‌⁠ door to the‌‌⁠ room reserved for‌ Joseph, he saw​‍ Vlad waiting there⁠‍ alone.

“They’ve⁠‍ come.”

“Yes,⁠‌ you must be​ bored.”

Joseph‍ sat on a chair in the‍ room, letting out‌ a sigh from⁠​ the depths of‌‍ his being.

“I’m‌ tired.”

He​⁠‍ had been traveling⁠⁠ for over a week without a moment’s rest. It⁠ had been a great strain on​‌ his frail body,‍‌‌ and now he​ needed rest.

“Vlad.”​​

“Yes,⁠​⁠ Lord Joseph.”

But‌ he had come​ all the way‍⁠ from Sturma to‌​ Deirmar just to‍ take advantage. Now‌ that the conversation⁠ had the effect‌‌ of confirming their‍‌​ original intentions, it​​‍ was time to‌​‍ attend to the​‌‍ smaller gains.

“You‍‌ will move freely⁠ from now on.”​‌

“Alone?”​

“Yes.​⁠‍ You can take‌ that guy named‌⁠‌ Goethe with you.”⁠

Joseph⁠​‌ indicated that Vlad⁠‍ should move with‍⁠⁠ all the freedom‌​ they allowed him‍‍‍ and see everything‍‌‌ he could.

“Of‍‍ course, on the⁠‌ day of the⁠‌‌ duel, you’ll assist​‍⁠ Jager.”

“With⁠‍ pleasure.”

Joseph⁠⁠ reflected, watching the‍‍‌ boy scratch his‌‌⁠ head to see​ if he understood⁠ his order. The‍‍ boy wore the​‍ armor his father​ had given him​ over the clothes​⁠ his mother had⁠‌‍ given him.

Seeing‌‍ the boy who​ didn’t hesitate to⁠⁠ do what the‌ Masters of the⁠ House Bayezid expected‍‌ of him, Joseph‌ opened his mouth.‍​

“The‌ less you move,‍ the better. There‍‌⁠ are not only‌ nobles I must‍​‍ know here, but⁠​ everyone is watching‍​⁠ me.”

This​⁠‍ was the city‌⁠ of House Heinal,‌ but if one​ judged simply by‌‍‍ stature, there was​‍⁠ no one here‍​ who could match‍‌ Joseph, the count‍ of House Bayezid.​ On the contrary,‌‍ everyone here, even​⁠⁠ Alicia, would be‌‌⁠ expecting a face-to-face⁠‌⁠ encounter with Joseph.‍

Not​ only was it‍ impractical, but it​​⁠ was also troublesome‌‍ for the frail​ Joseph.

“Think‍⁠ about why I brought you here.‌‍ You can’t even‌ ride a horse‌ yet.”

“…”⁠‌‌

There⁠ was a good‌​⁠ reason why Joseph​ had brought Vlad⁠⁠⁠ from training when‍ he still had‍‍⁠ so much to​ learn.

“An‍‍‌ honorable duel is‍ a spectacle worth⁠‌ watching unless you’re‌⁠‌ going to see⁠⁠⁠ it. Besides, the⁠​‍ Honor Duel in‌⁠‌ Deirmar is a team event, not​‍‍ a single-round duel.”‍⁠‍

Normally,⁠‌ an honor duel⁠ pitted two swordsmen⁠⁠ chosen by their‍‌‍ respective representatives, but⁠ occasionally, as in‍‌‌ this case, it⁠ was a team​‍‌ event. A trial‍‌ that took place‌‌ within a family,​‌​ without concrete evidence,‍‍ only suspicions. And​‍‍ since it was⁠‍‍ a duel with⁠ everything at stake,⁠​ both Heinals decided​ to adopt the⁠⁠⁠ same approach to⁠‌‌ deal with this‌ complicated situation.

“Knights‌‍​ from such diverse⁠​ backgrounds are here‌‌ in Deirmar right​​​ now. Come to​‍‍ see them and​​ feel what they⁠⁠‌ feel.”

“Understood.”⁠‌

It‍ goes without saying‌ that seeing it⁠ once is more​ memorable than telling​⁠‌ it ten times.‌⁠⁠

Anyway,​⁠ he was a child Joseph was​‍‌ going to raise⁠​⁠ properly, so he​ had better broaden⁠‌ Vlad’s world with‍‍‍ a variety of⁠​‌ experiences if he⁠​​ could, thought Joseph.‍⁠

“You’ll‍ have to warm‍‌‍ up in the‌ afternoon, so don’t‍ let yourself be​‌ foolishly hit.”

“I’m‌⁠ not that stupid…”‌​⁠

If​⁠ Joseph was the⁠⁠ carrot, Jager was‌⁠‍ the whip.

Even​⁠‍ when saying something‍​‍ meant as a warning, he always​ had a thorn​⁠ embedded.

“No.​‌ You’ve already lost‌⁠ your trust in​‍⁠ me.”

“…”‍‍‌

Vlad​ lowered his head,‌ appearing completely defeated​​ by the blow‌‍ just dealt, but​​⁠ Jager, who observed‌ him, was astonished.‍

You‍ bow so much​ that there’s nothing‍ more to say.⁠‍

Jager‍​‍ knew.

That‍​ the person in‍‍⁠ front of him,‌ though acting scared,‍‍‍ was actually relaxed.‍​​

Jager’s​ strength would have⁠‌ brought any other​ squire to tears,​ but Vlad could⁠‍‍ only assimilate and‍ understand it.

False⁠​ threats couldn’t have‌ any effect on‍‌ this boy.

“Very‌⁠​ well. You’ll inform​ me every night,​‍ and if there’s‌‌⁠ any unusual trend,​‌‍ you’ll let me‌⁠ know without delay.”‍⁠​

“Understood,‌⁠ Lord Joseph.”

With‌ Vlad’s course of​​‌ action now established,‌ Joseph told him​⁠‍ to return to⁠​⁠ his room and‌‍⁠ rest, as it‌‌ was late.

Vlad​​⁠ left the room,⁠⁠‌ leaving Jager watching​​ him.

Walking‍ through the unfamiliar‍⁠ hallways towards the‌​ servants’ quarters, Vlad​⁠‍ stopped for a moment.

The​‌​ bright moonlight shone‍ through a window‌ between the corridors.​‍‌

The⁠ light revealed a dark hill, accessible‍‌ only through the‍ mansion.

[I​ remember those trees].​

On⁠⁠‌ that hill stood‌‍ a tree with‍‍ a very thin‍⁠ branch.

The‌​ voice, not even​ knowing who it​‌​ was, said it‍ remembered that tree,‌‌ standing in the​‍ moonlight.

It‍‌​ was spring in‍‍‍ full bloom, but‌​​ the evenings were‍ still cold.

Yet,‌ for some reason,​‌‌ Vlad felt warmth,⁠‍ looking at the‍⁠⁠ tree standing there‍​ on the hill.⁠

The‌ branches, swayed by‍ the breeze, seemed‌‍ to greet him.‌

“It’s⁠‌‌ been a while‌‍ since I had​​ a place to‌‍ pray.”

The⁠‌ boy made a pact with the‌​‌ moon as a witness.

Give‌​ me a sword.⁠

I give you a memory.

You⁠​ have taken, and‍ now it’s your‍ turn to give.‍⁠​

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