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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 32: The Tree of Memories (2)

Chapter 32: The Tree of Memories (2)

All​⁠ that remains are‍‌‌ memories.

Perhaps‍‌ that’s why we’re‍ so obsessed with‌ leaving traces.

If‍​​ you look at​‍⁠ the marks left‌‌‌ behind, like scars,​ you’ll remember that‌‍⁠ day.

But‍ the boy couldn’t​‍ form a single​‌ memory of his⁠ mother’s name.

So,‌⁠ keep forgetting it.‌‍​

“I‌ wish my mother‌​ had done something‌⁠ like that.”

[…]‌‌

An​ isolated hill accessible⁠‍‍ only through the​‌⁠ mansion.

At​⁠ the foot of⁠‍ the tree where​‌⁠ voices were said‍​ to be remembered,​​ the Heinal family’s‌⁠​ graves are buried.‌

It‍ seemed an unlikely‌⁠​ place, but the‍ boy had to‍‍ come.

Because⁠‌​ it was a contract.

“…”‍

Looking‍‌‌ at the rows​⁠​ of white tombstones,‌​‍ the boy thought⁠‍ of his mother.⁠‍‍

The‌ woman who had‌‍ protected him, alone⁠‌ in the danger‌ of the alleys,‌‌ had succumbed.

It‌⁠​ was a predestined​‍ fate, the beginning⁠⁠ of another tragedy.​⁠

Perhaps‌​ the saddest tragedy⁠ in the world⁠ is the reality⁠‌‌ of passing poison⁠​ to your children.​

The​‌⁠ boy with blue‍‍ eyes grew up⁠‌ eating a poison⁠ that his mother’s⁠ tears couldn’t wash​⁠⁠ away.

“It‍‌ must be difficult.”​⁠

The‍‌‌ nearest white tombstone.‌⁠

It​​ looked like the​ newest of all‌ the tombstones here,‌‌⁠ and it was‍‌‌ covered in leaves‌ that had been⁠​​ scattered on the‍‌​ ground.

“…”‍⁠

For​‍ some reason, the‌​ boy raised the‌​ palm of his⁠⁠⁠ hand and passed‍‍⁠ it over the‍⁠⁠ tombstone.

With‌‍ each stroke of‍⁠ the palm, the​⁠‌ tombstone seemed to‍​​ reveal itself and‌‍ disclose a forgotten⁠ name.

“It’s⁠⁠‍ common courtesy to‌ greet the landowners.”‌

[I⁠ didn’t say anything.]‌⁠

Feeling‌ unnecessarily cold, Vlad​ excused himself for⁠‍‍ what he had⁠‍ just done, but⁠⁠ the voice understood.‍⁠

We‍ all have those⁠⁠ moments when we⁠ suddenly feel like​⁠ doing something out​​​ of place.

“So,‍ I’ll pray.”

[Hmm.]‌‌

“Well,⁠​‍ you’re not going‌ to get any⁠‍⁠ knights to look​‍‍ at you.”

[Thanks.]​​‍

Vlad​ unsheathed his sword,‌‌⁠ as he had​⁠⁠ done with the‍⁠ praying Roman, and‍ pointed it directly‌⁠‌ at the trees⁠ on the hill.⁠⁠

A gentle spring breeze⁠‌ tousled the boy’s‌⁠‍ blond hair.

The‌‍‍ white tombstones returned⁠​‍ the gaze to​ the boy’s prayer,⁠​‌ but Vlad remained‌​ silent.

Although​⁠⁠ he was aware​⁠‍ of any prying⁠ eyes, Vlad stumbled⁠‌ over the words​‌‌ he had learned⁠‍​ from the young‌⁠‍ priest.

It⁠ was a prayer​⁠ for someone he⁠⁠ remembered when seeing​‌ this place.

[…..]​⁠

Vlad’s⁠‌​ kindly voice looked‍​ at the tree‍‌‍ of his memory.⁠​

There⁠⁠‌ were things floating⁠⁠​ in the air.⁠​‌

I think the tree‌⁠​ was smaller then.‍

That‌​‍ was when.

I feel like I came with someone.⁠‍

Who​ it was.

I don’t remember.

The‌ voice made it‌‍ seem like he⁠ was now trapped‍ in a dense‌⁠ fog.

He‌‌⁠ struggled to find‌ the edge of⁠​‍ the memory that‌‍ seemed to be​ just around the‍ corner.

[…..‍⁠ Can I borrow​ your body for‍ a moment?]

“Just​⁠​ a moment.”

And⁠‍​ instead of regaining⁠ his own memories,​⁠ he could feel⁠‍ the voice looking​⁠ at him through‍‌ a faint mist.⁠

There⁠⁠ was something in​ front of him.​‍

“So.”​‌⁠

Vlad‍⁠ relaxed his whole⁠‌‍ body as he‍‍ usually did, closed‍​ his right eye,‌​‍ and opened the​⁠‌ left one.

Soon⁠ his vision began⁠‍‍ to blur, and‍ he entered the⁠⁠⁠ sensation of looking‌ at himself.

[Hmm.]​​​

Not​⁠ his own world,‌ but the world‍ seen through someone⁠‌‍ else’s eyes.

“…‍ Wh-What is that?”‍​

[It​ seems to recognize⁠‌‌ me.]

There‍ was something visible‍‌ through him.

A secluded hill, trees‍ surrounding the tombstones.‍

An‌⁠ easy benefit.

And​⁠‌ there was something⁠‌​ enormous wrapped around‍‍‌ the tree.

It⁠ was a pure‌ white giant snake,‍​ radiating bright light.​‌

[A‌​ spirit.]

“….”‍

Looking⁠⁠​ at the snake,‍ as big as​‌⁠ a tree, Vlad‍ could only try⁠⁠‌ to maintain composure.‌⁠​

His‌‌ lips were dry.‍​

“Lately,‌‌ I’ve been seeing‌‍ too many strange⁠‌ things.”

Vlad‌⁠⁠ swallowed silently, with‍‌ his heart beating​‍⁠ differently than when‍ he saw the⁠ giant worm.

Elementals⁠ were not allowed⁠ in his world.‌​​

He‌ was seeing one​ now, through the‌‌​ world of voices.​‍‌

Perhaps‍ Joseph’s intention to‍ show Vlad the‍⁠⁠ wide world was​​ better now.

“I‌‌ think it’s looking⁠​‌ at me.”

[It’s‌​ looking at me⁠ inside you.]

A white snake, coiled‍⁠‌ around a tree,‍ observing Vlad.

It‍⁠‌ was as huge‌ as the tree⁠‌​ it was rooted‍‍⁠ in, which diminished​‌ its realism.

“….”⁠​‌

But‌‌​ Vlad felt no‍‌‍ pressure as he⁠​⁠ watched the snake‌ exuding its enormous⁠ presence.

Perhaps‌ that was what⁠‌ the white snake​⁠⁠ intended.

“Is‍ it coming down?”‍‍

[I⁠​ don’t think it’s​⁠ going to bite.]‌‍⁠

Slowly,‌⁠ it descended from‌ the tree, brushing‍​⁠ against the tombstones.‌⁠

Sssss…⁠‍

The⁠‍​ snake approached Vlad⁠⁠‌ slowly.

But‍⁠⁠ even though Vlad​ was looking at​ something unknown and‌ enormous, he didn’t‍‌ feel threatened at​‌‍ all.

It⁠ won’t harm me.⁠​‌

The‌‌ bright eyes of​ the serpent assured‍​‌ him.

The‌‌ round pupils of‍​‌ the serpent were⁠​‌ like those of⁠‍ a head of‍​ the family welcoming‍​ a visitor.

The⁠ white serpent approached.‌‍​

Their‍‍ eyes met.

The‍‍ tree embracing the⁠​​ gravestones shook its‍​ branches.

The​⁠ hills were filled‌‍‌ with warmth, like‍⁠ a spring breeze.​⁠

It⁠ was a wonderful‍​ world.

“Who​ are you?”

But‍⁠ then, I heard‍​ a voice behind‌ me.

“Eh?”‌‌​

The​ sound of someone‌‍‌ calling made Vlad​⁠ stop and open‍⁠ his right eye.‌​

Disappear.‌⁠

And​ just like that,‌ he was back​⁠ in his own​⁠‍ world.

“Eh?”‍‌

The‌⁠ white serpent that⁠ had just filled‍​ his vision dispersed‌ like smoke.

With​⁠‍ just a blink,​⁠‌ the world of​ voices vanished without​​⁠ a trace.

Back⁠‍ in his own‍ world, Vlad felt‍⁠‌ like he had⁠‍‌ been dreaming.

“Who⁠​ are you? This‌⁠‍ is a place⁠ where no one​‍⁠ from House Heinal​⁠⁠ should be.”

“…”‍⁠‌

Vlad‌ looked back, rubbing‌‌‌ his left eye,‌​‌ which still refused​ to focus.

“Hmm.”⁠‍⁠

[Hmm.]​​⁠

At⁠ the edge of​‍ his barely focused​‌‌ vision was a young woman.

She‌ had aquamarine hair.⁠‌

A woman of such⁠‍ beauty that even‍‍ Vlad, who had⁠‌ seen beautiful courtesans⁠‌⁠ all his life,⁠ let out a small sigh of⁠​ admiration.

“If‍ you don’t answer,‍​ I’ll call for‌‌‌ people.”

“Oh,⁠ I am…”

Vlad⁠‍​ was still trying‌​ to figure out‍ what to say⁠ next; his mind‌‌ hadn’t fully recovered.​‌⁠

Normally,‍‍‌ he would have‌‍​ spouted excuses like⁠ liquid gold, but​⁠ he had just‌‌ seen something he‌ couldn’t comprehend and‍⁠⁠ needed time to​‍‍ sort out his​‌⁠ thoughts.

“…”‌⁠​

And​ the look naturally‌⁠ cast Vlad in‍⁠⁠ the role of‍​ a boy unfamiliar​​⁠ with the customs⁠​​ of the world.‍

A pretty hair color,‍‍⁠ a friendly face,‌‍ and seemingly innocent,‌ though involuntary, behavior​‌ made the aquamarine-haired​ woman lower her‌‍ guard a bit.‌‌

“I’m‍ sorry.”

Vlad‍ thought.

Certainly,‍ it would be⁠⁠ rude to do⁠​⁠ it now, standing‌ next to the​‌ graves of nobles.​​‌

So​⁠ if this woman‍ said something wrong,‌ she could get‍​⁠ Joseph in trouble.⁠‍

If‍⁠​ she asked him​​ why he did​⁠​ it, he wouldn’t⁠‍⁠ have a good‍ answer.

“Can​‍⁠ I help you?”⁠

“Yes?”‍

“Aren’t‌‌​ you a servant⁠ here, taking care⁠⁠ of the grave?”⁠⁠

Then⁠ Vlad decided to‌​⁠ try to silence‌ her.

By‍ doing her a small favor.

Alicia’s​⁠ eyes widened at‌‌ Vlad’s words.

It​‌‌ was a shock.‌‌‍

It​‌‌ was the first​‍⁠ time in her​⁠⁠ life.

‘How⁠‌⁠ dare you!’

As​ an honorary member​​ of the noble​⁠‌ family, and now​‌ as the head‌⁠ of the family,⁠‌ what Vlad was​ doing now would‍‍ border on disrespect.‌​‍

But​​ the clever Vlad‌ had a good⁠⁠ reason for his‍⁠‍ behavior.

Or‍‌‍ rather, he was⁠‌ so perceptive that⁠​‌ he got it‍‍ wrong.

Alicia​​​ was now wearing⁠‍⁠ the simple clothes⁠⁠‌ of a servant.⁠​

In​‍ each hand, she⁠‍‍ carried a bucket​‍​ and tools to​ clean the gravestones.‌⁠​

Indeed,‌ as Vlad had‍​‍ said, she was‌ here to take​⁠ care of her⁠‌‌ parents’ graves.

It⁠ was one of​​​ the only moments‌‍‌ when Alicia, who⁠‌ had no one⁠‌‌ to turn to,⁠​ could find solace.‍⁠​

As‍‌‍ such, her attire​⁠⁠ couldn’t be more⁠ deceptive.

“Actually,⁠​⁠ I cleaned it‌ a bit earlier;‍​‍ the leaves were​ piling up.”

“You‍‍ cleaned…?”

Upon‍ hearing from Vlad‌‌⁠ that he had‌ cleaned the gravestone​⁠ of her parents⁠‍ a bit, Alicia‍​​ couldn’t help but‌​⁠ let her anger‌​‍ fade for a moment.

Why‌ would someone who‍ had no relationship‌​ with her parents​​ clean their gravestone?‌⁠​

“I‌ felt it was‌‍⁠ common courtesy to‌​‍ greet the landowners.”‌

“Ah…”‍‌

Alicia⁠​⁠ nodded involuntarily as‍ she listened to‌‍ Vlad’s words.

The⁠ aura that the⁠‌‌ boy exuded was‌⁠ quite noble, and​‍‌ the presence of⁠‍‌ the identification card‍ he carried added‍‍ credibility.

Moreover,⁠​​ for some reason,​‍​ the hills felt​‌⁠ very warm today.​

Alicia​‍ had confused that‌‍​ comforting feeling with⁠⁠​ that emanating from​ the boy.

“Let‍⁠​ me help you.”‌‌

“Eh?”‍

Alicia​⁠​ grabbed her own‍ bucket and looked‍ at Vlad in‍‍​ confusion as he‍⁠‌ climbed onto the⁠‌ gravestone.

The​‌​ blonde boy was​ pulling out weeds‌‌ and polishing the‌ gravestone skillfully, as‌‍‌ if he had⁠‍‌ worked there many​ times.

Alicia‌ couldn’t help but‌‍‌ chuckle at his​ exaggerated gestures, as‌ if trying to‍⁠‌ show that he​‌​ was working hard.‌

“So​​ do me a favor; can you‌⁠⁠ keep quiet about‌⁠ today? I’ll get‍‌ a beating if‌⁠ Lord Jager finds‍ out about what⁠‌‌ happened today.”

“I​‍​ saw you polishing…”‍‌‍

Vlad⁠⁠⁠ frowned as he​‌​ saw Alicia turn​ her head.

“Nice⁠ things aren’t always⁠‌‌ easy.”

Vlad⁠ was used to‍⁠ living with glamorous⁠ courtesans and seeing‌⁠​ Madame Marcella famous‍‌ daily, so Alicia’s‍ presence didn’t impress‌‌⁠ him.

He⁠⁠‌ just hoped that⁠‍‌ Joseph and Jager‌‌‍ never found out‍⁠ about today’s events,‍⁠⁠ so he diligently​ cleaned the gravestones.‌​‍

The⁠ methods used in‍‍‌ the alleys were​ no longer effective.​

At‍ least not in‌​ broad daylight.

“I‌ won’t tell.”

“Thank​⁠‍ you very much.”‌

Unlike‍‍​ Vlad, who was‌ squirming inside, Alicia‍‍ looked at him‌‍ with a very‌‌ fresh feeling.

The‌ way he didn’t⁠‍ show her any​ favoritism.

Even⁠⁠⁠ the traumatic incident‍​ a moment ago‌ when he had‌⁠‌ mistaken her for‌ a servant.

This‍‍‌ man, Vlad, was‌ a kind of​‍‌ human that Alicia⁠ had never seen​‌ before.

“….”​

Watching⁠​ the back of⁠‌ the strange boy⁠‍‌ while silently cleaning​‍ the gravestone of​ her parents, Alicia’s⁠‌ expression softened.

On‍ the hill where‌⁠‌ she had come⁠ to find solace,​⁠‌ Alicia could release⁠ the anxiety she⁠ had been accumulating⁠ for so long.‌‌​

The‍‌‍ blonde boy’s hair​ shone faintly in⁠ the evening sun.‌⁠‌

It⁠‌⁠ was a wonderful‍‌ color.

***⁠

As⁠‍ he and Alicia⁠‌ descended the hill‍ in the twilight,⁠⁠ Vlad suddenly felt​ as if someone‍‍‌ were calling him​⁠⁠ and turned around.‌

“….?”‍‍‍

But‍​‌ there was nothing​‍ there but immaculately​‍ polished tombstones and​‌⁠ a tree that‍​ seemed to have​‍ always been there.⁠

If‍ Vlad had looked⁠⁠‌ at it through​ the world of‌ voices instead of‌⁠​ his own, he⁠‌ would have seen‍⁠ a different landscape.⁠

Just‍‌⁠ because you can’t‍⁠⁠ see it doesn’t⁠ mean it doesn’t‍⁠‌ exist.

Just⁠‍​ like memories that⁠​‍ aren’t seen continue​​⁠ to exist in⁠⁠⁠ the heart.

Ssssss.‌⁠‌

A white snake coiled⁠ around a tree.⁠‌‍

And‌‍ sparkling fireflies, illuminating⁠⁠‍ the dark slope,⁠​⁠ stealthily approached the⁠ snake.

In‌ someone else’s world,⁠‍ tonight, small stars⁠​ shone on the⁠‍⁠ dark hills, not‌​‍ in the nighttime​ sky.

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