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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 33: Honorable Duel (1)

Chapter 33: Honorable Duel (1)

Vlad​ walked close to‍⁠ the wall, running​ his hand along⁠ it.

He‌⁠‍ closed his eyes​‌‌ and felt the‍⁠‍ rough tremors beneath⁠ his fingertips.

Then,‍‍ he sharpened his‍⁠​ hearing as if​ trying to catch⁠‍​ something.

“…”⁠​

Keen⁠‍ hearing.

Vlad​​‌ was searching for​​ something, utilizing that‍ sense of hearing⁠ Jorge had acknowledged.‌‍

A sound, the noise⁠‌ of someone moving‍​​ swiftly.

Where⁠‌‍ the other knights‌ were.

And⁠⁠ how they were‍ warming up.

“There‍ they are.”

Just‌‌​ as Alicia Heinal‌‌ had gathered three⁠ knights to defend⁠‌‌ her honor, Endre,​ who had accused​⁠ her of infidelity,⁠‌ had used his‍⁠ connections to gather​‍⁠ them.

A prelude to a duel of honor,‌‌ using connections and‍ influence.

And‌​ there, on the‍‌ other side of⁠‍‌ the wall, out‍‌‌ of his reach,⁠ were the men​​⁠ who would decide⁠⁠ everything.

“Take⁠‍‌ this!”

Vlad‌⁠ leaped upward, grabbing‌‌ the edge of‌‍⁠ the wall with​ his hands.

Three⁠ meters were seemingly‌ an insurmountable height,‌ but for Vlad,‌‍ walls did not⁠‍ exist.

Carefully,‌⁠⁠ and so that⁠⁠​ no one could⁠ hear him.

With​⁠ that feeling he​‌‌ had when he‌‌ stole from others.‌‍

Vlad‌‌​ jumped over the​ wall with the‌ swiftness of a thieving cat, strolling‌​ through the garden‍ with an indifferent‌⁠ expression.

If​ anyone looked, it‌​ seemed like he​⁠‍ had been here​ all along.

Clang-Clang⁠‍

“There.”‍

Vlad‌ followed the sound​‍ of clashing weapons.‍

Joseph​‌ had instructed Vlad‌‍ to see the‌‌ faces of the​⁠‍ knights present here.⁠​

Although‌⁠ Vlad was the‌‌‌ first to hear​‌ the request, he⁠ had no intention‍ of disobeying Joseph’s⁠‍ orders.

In⁠⁠ truth, he wanted​⁠ to see them.⁠⁠⁠

Vlad⁠ could count on​ one hand the⁠​‌ number of knights⁠​​ he had seen‌‍ in his life.⁠​⁠

Jorge,‌ Knight of the​​​ Whores.

Godin,‌‌ Knight of the⁠‌ Blue Moon.

Jager,‍ One-Eyed.

‘Sir​​‍ Bordan is also​⁠ a knight.’

Vlad,‌‌ who in more⁠⁠​ than one sense​ was related to‌‍ the knights, was⁠‌ eager to catch‍‍ a glimpse of​​‌ the world he⁠‌‍ admired.

It​‌⁠ was a childhood⁠​ habit to follow‌​‍ shiny things.

“Hmm.”‍‍​

Vlad​ decided not to‌‍ get too close,​‍ not trusting to‍ deceive the senses‍⁠ of the knights.‍⁠

He‌‌ merely used his‌​‌ natural sight to‌‌ observe them from⁠⁠‍ a distance.

It⁠‌ would be enough‍‌⁠ to see and‍​ sense something, as‍​ Joseph had said.⁠​

In⁠​ front of him,‌⁠ two knights crossed‌‌ swords.

Not​ violently, but with​‌‍ gestures sufficient to‌​ at least warm‌​​ up their bodies.‍⁠​

They⁠ were busy preparing‍‍ for the duel‍‍⁠ tomorrow.

“Greatsword.”‍

The⁠‍ first knight Vlad​ saw was a huge man, wielding‍⁠ a greatsword almost⁠ as large as‌ himself.

He‌ had dark skin,‌‌⁠ though not as⁠ much as Othar,‍‍ and seemed to‌ be at least‌‍⁠ mixed-race.

Even⁠ from a distance,‍‌ the momentum of‍​ the greatsword was​​‌ palpable.

“Sword⁠‍​ and shield.”

And‌‌ a knight against‌ him.

The‌​ knight with dark⁠ skin, wielding his‍​ sword with all‍ the strength he‌‌ could muster, stood‍⁠ firm in defense,​​​ constantly stripping the⁠ greatsword and advancing.​⁠‌

Even‍⁠ to Vlad’s inexperienced‍​ eye, the knight⁠ seemed to have‌ the advantage in‍​‍ the shield game.‍‌​

“It⁠‍ doesn’t look easy​ to break through,‍‍⁠ does it?”

“…!”‍⁠‌

Vlad⁠​ jumped at the​⁠‌ sound of someone’s‌ voice next to​​​ him.

“Who…”​

“Shhh!”⁠

Someone​‍⁠ quickly put a hand over Vlad’s‍ mouth.

With​‌ no time to‌‍‍ protest, Vlad was‌‍ swiftly gagged and‍‍‍ looked with wide⁠⁠⁠ eyes at his⁠‌ captor.

“Are‌⁠⁠ you going to‌‍‌ come all the⁠​ way here to‌ get caught?”

It⁠⁠‍ was a man‍‍⁠ with a roguish⁠⁠‍ mustache.

He⁠⁠ had a friendly‌‍‍ smile on his‌ face, but Vlad⁠​ was breaking out‍⁠ in a cold‌‍ sweat.

“What‌⁠ speed!”

He⁠ couldn’t escape the⁠⁠ hand that had‌​ just closed his⁠‌‌ mouth.

He​‍ had been subdued⁠ in an instant.⁠​

“It⁠⁠ seems you have‌ a pretty good‍ idea of what⁠⁠‌ you’re looking for,‍​‍ but let’s watch‌‌‍ in silence.”

Said​‍​ the mustached man​‌​ with a playful⁠‍ glint in his⁠​‍ eyes.

“Squire‌ of Lord Jager.”‍

“…Who⁠‌ are you?”

The​ man didn’t answer​ Vlad’s question, only‌‌ pulled a small⁠⁠ dried fruit from⁠ his chest and​‍​ handed it to⁠ him.

“Let’s‍⁠ eat and watch.‍‌​ A good show‍​ needs food.”

“…”‌‌‍

Vlad⁠ had no choice‍​⁠ but to accept​ the dried fruits‍​‍ the man offered.‌

He​ didn’t know what‌ else to do.‍⁠

There‌​‌ was no way‍ to escape from‌⁠ this man.

Looking​⁠​ at the man⁠ who had so‌ cleverly blocked all​ escape routes, Vlad‌‌‌ realized that there‌ would be no‍​‌ easy way out.​⁠

At‍‍ least not without‌ his permission.

[I‍ barely sense any‌ malice from him,⁠⁠ which means he​​‍ has no ill⁠‌‍ intentions. Don’t be‍ alarmed.]

The⁠ voice was of‌‍​ a quality hard⁠ to discern, so⁠​‌ Vlad decided to​ wait and see.‍​

“Take‌ something expensive…”

“Hmph.‍‍‌ Money is what‍ you make of‍‍‌ it.”

The⁠​​ mustached man from‌⁠⁠ Kaiser handed Vlad⁠‍​ another piece of‌⁠ dried fruit, satisfied‌ that he had‌ the audacity to‍‍ speak to him⁠ despite being dominated.​

“You’re‌‍‍ as strong as​‌ I’ve heard.”

“Do​‌‍ you mean Sir⁠ Colin?”

Vlad‌‍ hadn’t seen him‌ in person, but​‍⁠ Joseph had told​​⁠ him the brief⁠⁠⁠ details.

“For⁠ something called a mud boar. If⁠‌‍ it catches you,⁠ your bones will‍‌‍ break.”

“I​⁠ agree.”

Vlad‍‍ decided to punch⁠​‍ him, since he‍‌⁠ couldn’t escape anyway.‍⁠

If‌‍ he was going‌ to do something‍⁠ about it, he​ might as well​ have done it​‍ himself.

“I⁠ think the knight‍ he’s dealing with⁠‍​ is the strongest‌‍‌ man.”

“Ah.‌⁠‌ Pablo.”

The⁠‍ mustached man answered,‍‍ munching on dried‍ fruit.

“A‍⁠ knight from Arnstein,‍‌ a promising family‌ from the center‍‍​ of the country,​‌ not my favorite​ type of knight.”​‍‌

“Why?”‍‌

The​​ man smiled at⁠ Vlad, who suddenly⁠‍‌ felt more at‍ ease.

“Because⁠​​ he’s boring. He’s​‌⁠ defensive.”

“Ah.”​⁠‍

The‍​​ Arnstein family was‍​ known for their‍ knights forming a closed formation, creating‌​ a wall, and‌ Pablo the Knight⁠‌‌ certainly had that⁠⁠⁠ trait.

“I’ll‌‍⁠ give him credit‌⁠​ for the shield‌ game. He can‌⁠⁠ stop anything in‌‌ his way.”

“Hmm.”⁠‌‌

Whoever​ this guy is,​ he sure has‍ a big mouth.‌​

Maybe‌‍‌ he’s lucky.

“And‍​ the other guy?⁠‌ Is there one⁠‍ more?”

Internally,​ Vlad hoped to‌​ find out about⁠⁠‌ the other through⁠ him.

“…”‍‍

Before​​​ he knew it,‌​⁠ the mustached man‍ was gone.

[He‌ disappeared just as⁠‌ he arrived.]

“Damn.”⁠

And⁠​‌ then he vanished,‌ like the wind,⁠‌ leaving no trace‍‍‌ behind.

Sensing⁠ danger, Vlad managed‌‍ to quickly step​‌ aside, though not‍⁠‌ as swiftly as⁠‌ the man who​ had disappeared without‌ a trace.

Retracing‍ his steps, Vlad‍ leaped over a high wall and‌‌​ successfully returned to‍‌​ the designated area‌​ for Alicia.

“Why​ are there so‌ many monsters in​ the world…”

Barely⁠⁠‌ making it back,​ Vlad leaned against‍‌‍ the wall and‌‍ sighed.

It‌‌⁠ was a sigh⁠​​ of relief for​‌‍ not being caught,‌⁠‌ but also a sigh of frustration⁠⁠ facing the enormous​ wall ahead once​​ again.

“He‍ was a knight,​‍⁠ wasn’t he?”

[Indeed,‌⁠ he was a knight, not a mage.]

Most‌​ likely, he was‍​‌ a knight because​ if he wasn’t,‍ it’s an inexplicable​​​ skill.

“Is‍​ that what it‌ takes to be‌‌​ a knight?”

[Lord‌ Bordan is a knight.]

“No…”​​​

Vlad,⁠⁠⁠ somehow drained of‌‌ strength, simply rested‌​‌ the back of​⁠ his head against‍‍ the wall instead⁠‍ of responding to⁠​ the absurdity of​⁠​ the voice.

“Not⁠​ all knights are​‍ the same.”

It‍⁠‌ wasn’t disrespecting Bordan,⁠⁠​ but the boy⁠ had a clear‍‌ goal.

The‌‌‍ Moonlight Knight.

When​‍ he was a frog in a well, fresh out​ of Soara, it​​​ was a goal⁠​‌ he would surely‍ surpass, but from‍⁠‌ the moment he‍‍‌ stepped into the⁠⁠ light, Vlad was⁠ aware of his‌‌ place.

Knowing‍​ where he stood,‌​‌ Vlad kicked futilely​ as he contemplated​⁠⁠ a goal he​‍​ barely dared to​‍ pronounce.

The​‍ sweetness of the​‍⁠ nuts still lingering‌​‌ in his mouth​‍ was unnecessary.

***​‌​

At​⁠‍ noon the next‍​ day.

Although‍‍ small in size,‍​​ the central hall‌ of the Heinal‌‌‍ mansion rivaled that⁠ of any other​⁠ noble house.

People‌⁠ gathered in masses.​⁠​

Knights‌​ with swords, squires‍​ with knights, and​⁠ priests.

And‍ two Heinals.

Alicia⁠ Heinal and Endre​​‌ Heinal.

Once‍‌​ they had been‌ uncle and niece,⁠‍ but now a great and irreparable‌​ chasm lay between⁠ them.

A soft yet fierce‍⁠ momentum was forming⁠‍‍ among the groups,⁠‌‌ split exactly in​‍⁠ half around the‌ two Heinals.

A duel of honor,​‍⁠ but with everything⁠‍​ at stake.

It​‍‍ was the momentum​ of warriors in‌⁠ dueling.

“It’s​‌ impressive.”

“Yes.”‌‍‌

Even‍ Vlad, who was‍‌‌ accustomed to witnessing‌ Jager’s power, felt‍​‍ a tingling nervousness​⁠​ he had never‍ felt before, and‌​ his eyes became‍ fierce against his‍ will.

“Look‍‍ at this. A duel of true‌ knights is not‌ something you see‍‍​ every day.”

“Yes.”‍

“And…”⁠

In‍‍​ moments, Jager would‍‍⁠ duel on behalf​​‌ of Joseph and‌ Alicia, but there‌⁠‌ was only a glimpse of calmness‍‌​ in the lone‍​ eye he had‍⁠​ left.

“I‌​​ don’t know what‍ happened yesterday, but​​‌ don’t forget you’re‍​‌ still a kid.”‌

“…..”​‍

“A‍​⁠ brat starts by​ walking. Not running.”‍​⁠

The⁠ world is big,⁠ and you are‌⁠‌ small.

Vlad,​ who had seen,​‍ felt, and experienced‌⁠⁠ the untouchable, grew⁠ impatient.

He’s​‍ talented, but not⁠ yet polished.

With‍‍ lofty aspirations and⁠‌‌ the road ahead,​⁠ Jager’s words touched​​ a sensitive chord​ deep within him.‌

“I⁠‍‍ see.”

“Nothing‌‍ in this world‍​ is easy.”

After‌​⁠ saying what Vlad‍​​ needed to hear‍‍ right now, even⁠​ if briefly, Jager⁠ adjusted his eye‍​‌ patch one last⁠ time and stood​‍ up.

“Go.”‌‍

“Okay.”‍​⁠

Vlad,‍‌‍ having fulfilled all‍‍ his duties as⁠‌⁠ a squire, positioned⁠⁠​ himself behind Jager​⁠‍ and waited.

“Alicia⁠ Heinal, please enter!”‌​

The‍‌‍ vestibule door began⁠‌‍ to open, accompanied‍​‌ by the voice‍​ of an elderly‍‌ man who couldn’t‍‍ be identified as‌ a servant or​ butler.

“Come​​ to think of⁠​ it, I’ve never​ seen her before.”‍

He‍​ was with Joseph,‌⁠‌ a high noble,‌⁠‍ but Vlad was​ just a squire.​

He​‌⁠ hadn’t even met⁠‍ Fether, the head‍ of the Bayezid‍‍ family he served,‌​​ so it was‌ no wonder he‌⁠‌ hadn’t seen Alicia‌ Heinal, the owner​ of Deirmar.

They​‌ say she’s young.‌

Young‌‍​ and beautiful, and‍​⁠ moreover a woman‍‌⁠ and baroness.

Everything‍‌‍ about her was​‌⁠ enough to arouse⁠‌​ Vlad’s curiosity, who‍ was already of​‍​ age.

“Everyone,​ get ready!”

A woman dressed in‌‌‍ ornate robes entered​⁠ the hall, escorted‌‌ by Duncan, the‌ elderly knight who‍‍‍ would this time‍ engage in the⁠ duel of honor‌⁠ with Jager.

The‌ figures on Endre’s‌‌ side of the​⁠ hall simply didn’t‌⁠ bow, but those‌‍⁠ standing for her‍⁠‌ were expected to,​​ as she was‍ the land’s lord.⁠‍

Vlad‌‍‌ was about to‍‌⁠ bow too.

“…”⁠

Their​​ gazes met.

With​​⁠ her aquamarine hair.​

The​⁠​ woman with aquamarine‌ hair accompanied Duncan.⁠‌‌

Her​‍ expression, stern and​ cold, seemed too⁠ unfamiliar to be⁠‍⁠ the same person‌⁠‍ he had seen‍⁠ that day.

[Now‍ there’s an additional‌⁠ charge for insulting‍‍ a noble.]

“…”‍⁠‍

Alicia​​​ Heinal’s gaze paused⁠‌‌ for a moment‍⁠ as it swept‌‌ over Vlad, who‍​​ remained stiff, not‍‍ daring to lower‍ his head.

Those⁠‌ large eyes fixed‌​ on the figure‌ of the blond‍​‍ boy for a moment, then passed⁠‌​ by him, seemingly‌ indifferent.

She​‌⁠ headed towards the‌ only chair in⁠‍‌ the hall.

Towards​ the lord’s seat,​‍ where only one‌ person could sit,‌⁠⁠ at the highest​​ point of the⁠ place.

Vlad​⁠ looked perplexed.

And​‍‌ at Endre’s fierce‍ gaze.

Basking‍‍‍ in the attention⁠‍ of everyone present,​‌ the woman with‍ aquamarine hair took‍ her place where‍​‌ she was supposed⁠‍‍ to be.

“Now‌ that all parts‍‌​ of the duel‍‌‍ have arrived, let’s​‌⁠ proceed!”

Starting​‌⁠ with the words‍‌ of the priest⁠ who had been‌ specially invited by‍‌⁠ the center for‌ this duel.

“The​⁠ gods behold this⁠‌ place, and today’s​‌‌ rising sun is​ proof of it!”​⁠‍

The‌ doors of the​ hall closed.

The⁠ duel with everything‍ at stake was‌‌‍ about to begin.‌‌⁠

An​⁠‍ honorable yet brutal⁠​ duel.

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