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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 39: Give and Take (2)

Chapter 39: Give and Take (2)

A sigh and a gaze.

“Have​⁠ all the guests‍‌⁠ left?”

Alicia‌ barely managed to‌‍ swallow another sigh⁠‌ as she looked‍⁠ at the trees‌⁠‍ through the window.​‌

The⁠‌⁠ tree had always‌‌‍ been a solace​⁠ for her, a reminder of her‌‍ father.

“Everyone​‌ has left, except‌⁠‍ the people from‌⁠ House Bayezid.”

“I‍​​ feel so bad​​‌ that I didn’t‍ even have a chance to… warn‌ them before they‍ left.”

The‌‍ honorable duel had‍ ended.

It⁠ might not have​‌‍ started honorably, but⁠‌ it concluded with⁠⁠⁠ a new blossoming,⁠‍​ so it’s safe‌ to say it⁠‌ was an honorable‌​⁠ duel.

“Did‌⁠ Endre escape too?”⁠‌⁠

“No.‌ He… sought protection​​ from the church⁠ through the priest.”‍⁠

Endre‌ asserted his rights,​⁠‍ claiming that the⁠⁠ duel had not⁠‍⁠ yet concluded, and​ asked for protection.‍​ As the church​​ deemed the request‌‍ justified, Alicia couldn’t‍ take retaliatory action‍⁠​ until Endre was⁠⁠‌ outside of Deirmar.⁠

“I​⁠​ feel my heart‍ crumpling.”

“…”‌‌

Alicia⁠​ had to release⁠⁠ Endre, as well‍‌​ as the knights‍​ who had tried‌ to push her​⁠⁠ into her downfall.‌‌ It felt like‌​ a wound to​‌​ her pride, to‍ her very soul,‌ but it couldn’t⁠ be avoided.

In‌‍ these tumultuous times,‌​‌ a cause was⁠‌‌ both a spear‍‌ and a shield,​​‌ and besides, Alicia‍​‌ still didn’t fully‍ control Deirmar.

Everything‌ needed time to‌‌‍ unfold.

“Until‌‍⁠ next time, Lady‌⁠ Alicia.”

“These​‌‍ past few days,‌ it feels like‌⁠⁠ hot anger is‌⁠ running through me‍ instead of warm‌ blood, Lord Duncan.”‌​⁠

And​⁠‌ so, as if​ swallowing bitter poison,‍ she had to‍ let them go.‍

Because​⁠ she had to‍ show her face⁠‌ as the rightful​‌​ lord.

Because‍ those who rule​ must assume responsibilities​‍​ and duties, along‍ with privileges.

“How​‌⁠ are the lemons?”‍​‍

“Not‍‌‌ very well…”

Alicia⁠​ was a resolute​⁠‌ person, though lately⁠ she had been‌​ shaken by great‍‍ trials. Even though‍ she had just‌⁠⁠ reclaimed her position,​ she strove to‍‌ attend to Deirmar’s‍⁠⁠ internal affairs.

Though‍​‌ she burned inside.‌⁠‍

“They⁠ are producing less…”‌‍⁠

Alicia​ looked out the‍‍ window once again,⁠⁠ furrowing her brow.‍‍‍ A tree said⁠‍ to have been​‌ planted in her‌⁠ great-grandfather’s time.

The‌⁠ tree was a symbol of the​ Heinal family, and‍⁠ in her father’s‌ time, it had​⁠ blossomed every spring.‍‍⁠ Though it had⁠⁠ grown and flourished,‌‌ she wondered if⁠‍ it was dying⁠⁠ instead of blooming‌ now.

Perhaps‍​​ that was why.​

As‍​ time passed, the​ climate around Deirmar‍​⁠ became increasingly colder,‍​⁠ and lemons produced​​ less and less.​

Deirmar’s‍‍‌ reputation as a lemon-producing region had‌‌ tarnished.

“Would‌‌ we prefer to‌ cultivate more barley?”⁠‍​

“Why‌⁠ don’t we look…​ a little longer?”‌

Changing​⁠‍ the industrial structure⁠​‌ that supported a territory’s economy wasn’t‍​⁠ an easy decision.⁠‍ It was also​ a decision that‌‌ would prove very​‌ challenging for the⁠‌ Heinals, whose internal​‌‍ struggles were draining​ their strength.

“Afterward…”⁠

It‌‍ felt like she‌ had cleared one⁠⁠ mountain, only to⁠ find another waiting‍ for her. Alicia​​ finally sighed heavily‍​ with frustration.

“Huh?”​​‌

For‌⁠ a moment, a bright golden glint‌ formed in her‍‌ eyes.

It​⁠‌ was the figure⁠ of someone running​ back and forth⁠ outside the window.‍⁠

“….Lord​ Duncan.”

“Yes.‍⁠ Lady Alicia.”

Alicia​‍ said with a smile, looking out‍‌‌ the window.

“Aren’t‌ all knights supposed⁠ to know how‍ to ride a horse?”

“You​ can’t be a knight if you‍‌ don’t know how‍‌​ to ride a horse; it’s as⁠ important a virtue​ as the sword.”‍

“Ah….”‌

A sound that she​⁠ couldn’t tell if⁠ it was a sorrowful sigh or⁠​​ a subdued exclamation‌​‍ escaped from Alicia’s​ delicate lips.

“I⁠ guess God doesn’t⁠⁠ give everything after​ all.”

“I‌​⁠ can feel Lord​‍⁠ Jager’s distress…”

For⁠‌⁠ a moment, Alicia​⁠ looked out the⁠ window, temporarily forgetting​ her many concerns,​ and smiled for‌​ the first time​ in a long‍ while.

The‍ sight of the‍‍‍ boy circling like⁠‌‌ in a rodeo​ in the mansion​‌⁠ gardens in the‍‍ distance reassured her.‌

He⁠ clung for dear‍⁠ life, but then‍ he was thrown⁠ off the horse.⁠‍⁠

***⁠

“I⁠ thought you said‌ you needed an‍‍‌ expensive horse?”

“I⁠ definitely rode one​ last time…”

An​‌ exhausted horse, a boy rolling on⁠‌ the ground, and‌‍‌ a stable boy‌⁠‍ by his side,​ not knowing what‌ to do. They‍⁠⁠ all watched in‍ horror as the​​⁠ knight toyed with‌‌‌ his eye patch.⁠

“Didn’t⁠⁠​ you say you‍ needed an expensive‌‌⁠ horse?”

“Maybe​​‌ it should be‍ a more expensive​ one…”

The⁠⁠ frustration contained in⁠⁠ Vlad’s insolent response⁠‌ exploded, and Jager​⁠‍ wasted no time‍ in striking his⁠‍ squire.

“Kuck!”⁠​⁠

“Always‍​‌ think before you‌⁠‌ speak!”

Vlad⁠ rolled to the‍‍ ground once again‌ under Jager’s blow,‍‌ but he quickly​‍‌ regained his balance‌‍‍ with a fall​‍‌ now as familiar​ as breathing.

“I’m⁠ pretty sure I rode it last‍ time, though Goethe‌​ was driving.”

“Yes,‍ if it’s true,‌​ Sir Jager. He​ definitely got on‌⁠ it.”

Watching​‍‍ the two chattering‍ like parrots, as‌​ if innocent of​ any mischief, Jager⁠‍ gripped his throbbing​​ temple, lost in​ thought.

“This​⁠ is serious.”

He‍‌ had thought he​‍ would be able⁠ to teach him‌​​ how to ride,‍‍ but that wasn’t⁠ the problem.

Hiiiiing-.​‍

As⁠ the boy said,​‍⁠ it really was‌‍ the horse.

Or,​​ to be more​‌ precise, the horses⁠‍⁠ looked at Vlad‌ and retreated.

As‍⁠⁠ if they were‍ afraid of something.‌‍

Even​​‌ his own horse‌ showed signs of​⁠⁠ it.

“That’s‍ enough for today.”‍‍⁠

“Tomorrow?”‌

“…Don’t‍‍​ do it tomorrow.”‍‌​

Faced​‌ with Jager’s response,‍⁠ Vlad looked at‌‍ him displeased.

“What?”‌

“…”⁠

Whether​‍‌ by nature or​​ because of his‍⁠ upbringing, the competitive​​ and exaggerated boy​‌ wanted to learn‌‍‌ riding somehow, defeated‌ or not.

Because,⁠‍‌ frankly, he was​ getting nowhere.

Can‌⁠ you use an‍⁠‍ aura, but you‍​ can’t ride a horse?

What‌​ a ridiculous thing.‌

“So‌​ when will I learn to ride‌⁠⁠ a horse?”

“We’re​‌ postponing it for⁠⁠ now.”

“That’s‍‌ a word I’ve‍​‌ heard a lot​⁠‍ since I’m here.”​

“Is​‌ that a complaint?”‍⁠​

“A‍‌‌ bit.”

Jager​‌‌ sighed to himself‍‌ at the squire’s‍‌ refusal to be‍‍ intimidated in his‌⁠ presence.

How​⁠ difficult to deal‍⁠​ with, he thought.‌

“Let’s‌‍‌ go back to‍⁠ Sturma and think​‌​ about it. It’s⁠​​ enough for today.”‍

The‌⁠ boy and the‍‍ stable boy could⁠‌ only stand there‌⁠​ bitterly as Jager‍‌‍ said his piece‌ and walked away‌‍ with determined steps.​

“It⁠ seems the horses‍ don’t like you.”​⁠⁠

Vlad’s⁠ stomach turned as‌​​ he saw the⁠‌‍ situation deteriorating.

“And‍‍ what if this‍⁠ doesn’t work?”

“Why‍​ don’t you try‌ riding a cow…‌‍ or something, they’re⁠⁠ more boring than‌ horses.”

This‌⁠ idiot.

Vlad’s‌ blue eyes widened​​⁠ at Goethe’s ridiculous‍⁠‍ suggestion.

“So,‍ is that all​ you have to‌​⁠ say?”

Vlad⁠ growled at Goethe,​‌​ who had the‌⁠‍ audacity to suggest‍‌ he ride a cow.

“You​‍ never stop barking,‌⁠⁠ do you? Think​‌‍ a little before‌⁠⁠ you speak.”

“…I‍‍ feel like I’ve⁠​​ heard that before.”​‍‌

Goethe‍‍​ quickly averted his⁠⁠⁠ gaze as the‍​ vile creature unleashed⁠​‌ its wrath on‌ Jager.

I’ll⁠⁠ endure this as‍⁠ long as it​‌ takes.

I’m​‍ betting big on‌‌ you.

I can’t help but‍‌⁠ endure…

“Captain,‌ I’ll go then.⁠‍ I’ll take this‌‌ distinguished knight to⁠⁠ the stables.”

“Out⁠⁠⁠ of here, both‍‌​ of you. Out​‌‍ of my sight.”⁠

Heeeeeee-ing⁠

Finally​‌​ showing signs of⁠ separating from Vlad,‍ Jager’s horse began​ to neigh, showing‌​ its teeth in‌ joy.

“…..”​​

Despite⁠‌‌ being his master’s‌ words, Vlad couldn’t‍⁠‍ help but feel​ flattered by the⁠​ spectacle.

“Goodbye,​‌​ then! Take care!”‌⁠⁠

Fuhihihing-!⁠

Behind⁠ him, whether Vlad​ gritted his teeth‌​ or not, Jager’s​‍ horse and Bayezid’s‍‌⁠ stable companion walked​ away with very⁠⁠‍ cheerful steps.

“Damn​ it, what the‌ hell could be⁠ the problem!”

exclaimed‌ Vlad, kicking the​ ground in frustration‍ as he watched​⁠ their backs.

He‍​ had asked for‍‌ favors from Jager⁠‍ and received nothing‍⁠‌ in return.

[I‍‌⁠ wonder if it’s‌‌⁠ a matter of​ low energy; animals​​ are more sensitive‍‍ to these things​⁠ than humans.]

In⁠ response to the⁠ voice, Vlad sheathed⁠⁠‌ his sword.

“So,‌​ what should I do?”

[You⁠​‍ have to learn⁠​⁠ to control your‌ energy.]

“?”⁠‌

[It’s‍‌ part of dealing‌​ with the mental⁠​​ world, and eventually,‌ you’ll need to​ be able to‍‍‌ use aura freely⁠⁠​ to control energy‌⁠⁠ impulses.]

“….”‍⁠​

The​‍‌ voice replied, leaving⁠⁠‍ Vlad speechless.

Although‌‌‍ Vlad had flourished​ in the dueling⁠⁠‌ arena that day,​⁠ it was too‍ difficult to use⁠ aura again.

He‌​⁠ could barely materialize‌ it correctly, and‍‌‍ when he did,⁠​ it was only‍‌ weakly.

In⁠‌ other words, it‍​ would take a lot of mastery⁠‌​ and training to‌⁠ use it in‍⁠‌ combat.

[Think​ of Jager’s words‍ about not running‌ before you can‍‍ walk: not everything⁠ must be done⁠‌ in haste.]

“Alright.”​⁠

Vlad‍​‌ turned his gaze‌ into the distance,​ remembering the words‍⁠​ of his two⁠‌⁠ masters that both​ swordsmanship and aura⁠​‍ must ultimately master​‌ the basics.

“I​‌ guess I should‌ take one last​‌⁠ look… since there’s​‍⁠ nothing I can‌ do here anymore.”⁠⁠

The​ boy not only⁠ learned from Jager​ and the Voice⁠⁠ but absorbed everything‍‌ like a sponge.‌‌

Joseph​ Bayezid.

The‌ young man, whose​⁠‌ noble blood guaranteed​​‍ him the qualities‌ of a leader,⁠⁠​ was also a great teacher for‍⁠‌ Vlad.

Always⁠ thinking for the‌⁠​ worst and wanting​‍​ the best, his‌ behavior was enlightening​ for Vlad.

Joseph’s⁠ attitude, valuing opportunities​​ and possibilities, definitely‍​ broadened the boy’s⁠⁠‌ horizons.

“Let’s‌ save the best‌‌ for last.”

[Agreed.]‌

As​ he had learned​​ from Joseph, Vlad‍​ decided to make‌⁠⁠ the most of⁠⁠ his last free‍⁠‌ time and head​‌​ back towards the‌ hill’s trees.

He⁠‍ couldn’t see it⁠‌ from the boy’s​​ world, but he⁠ could feel the‍ warmth enveloping the⁠‌ hill.

***​⁠

“No,​‌‌ we won’t meet‍​ Lady Alicia again,⁠‌ right?”

[I⁠‌‌ thought there was⁠⁠⁠ a window from⁠ her office to‍ this place.]

“Let’s‌​⁠ go.”

Vlad​​ walked, heading towards‍ the hill to‍ avoid an awkward⁠​ encounter with Alicia.⁠⁠⁠

He​​ was aware of​ his obviously rude‌‌⁠ behavior, but there‌⁠⁠ was nothing he‍‍⁠ could do about‍‍⁠ it now.

It​ might be his‍ last chance.

“After‌ all, I’ve done‌‌ all this for​‍ you.”

And​​ even if they⁠ caught him, Vlad⁠ was the kind⁠ of man who‍‌‌ could afford to⁠ stretch a little.​​​

If​⁠‌ it hadn’t been‌ for the boy,‌​ Alicia might be‌ lying cold right⁠‌‌ now.

So‍‍ maybe he could‍‌⁠ get away with⁠‍ it.

Vlad,​‌ who had been⁠ told he could⁠​‌ see this place‌⁠⁠ from his office,⁠ knelt before the‍ tree once again,⁠ as if praying.‌

It‍ was already a familiar position.

“You‌ seem to be‌ an old friend,‍‍⁠ so speak nicely.”‍‍⁠

[Mmm.​‌ The snake recognized‌​⁠ me. I was⁠​ honestly surprised.]

said‍⁠ the voice, though⁠⁠ hearing Vlad, sincerely‌ didn’t believe he⁠​ could evoke the⁠​‌ memory.

The⁠ aura of the⁠ white snake was‌‍⁠ definitely familiar but‌​ not in a strong way.

[…But⁠ there must have‌​ been a connection.]⁠

But⁠ there was only⁠ one thing he⁠​ could do now.‍

The‌‍ voice fell silent,‍ unfolding its world‌⁠‍ through the boy’s‌‍ open left eye.⁠

The⁠‌​ colorful bloom of‌‌⁠ the boy’s world‌ faded, and a white, pulsating world​​‌ began to float​‍​ in consciousness.

It​‍​ was the same‍​⁠ color as the​‍‌ roots of the‌⁠⁠ boy’s world.

And​‌‌ finally, the moment⁠‍ came when the​​ white world was‍⁠ completely in the​⁠‍ boy’s eyes.

[….!]‍

“…..!”​⁠‍

The⁠⁠​ boy and the‌⁠ voice. Both looked​​ horrified at the‍‌‍ spectacle before them.‍

A tree on a hill, seen through⁠​ the world of⁠ voices.

There​​ was nothing there.​​

Sssss.⁠‍

For‌ it had descended‌ from the tree‌⁠​ and was right‌‌ in front of​⁠‌ them.

The‌ distance was such‍‍‌ that they could​‍ feel its breath.‌⁠‌

“You’re​‍ his friend… right?”‍​

[…I⁠ hope so.]

As‍ if it had‍ been waiting for⁠ them to arrive,⁠ the snake slid‌ down from the​‍‍ tree and began‍ to coil around‌​​ where Vlad was.‌‌

He‍ couldn’t say it‌​ exactly because he⁠​‌ couldn’t speak, but‌ it seemed to‌‍ be wrapping around‍​‍ Vlad’s body with‌​ a sense of‌⁠‌ excitement.

“This​​ is a greeting,‌‍ isn’t it?”

[…I‍ think it should​ be.]

The⁠‍⁠ invisible but surely‌‍ present snake wrapped‌⁠ tightly around the‌ boy and moved⁠​ its tail.

If⁠⁠‌ Vlad gave it⁠ the slightest push,⁠ it would be‌​‍ reduced to a formless pulp.

But⁠ still.

The‌​ boy and the‍⁠ voice might be‍⁠⁠ surprised, but they‍‌⁠ didn’t feel threatened.⁠

Because​ everything in the⁠ snake touching them‍ was warm.

There‍‍‍ was an emotional​ connection that couldn’t‍‍ be communicated with‌ words.

“….”‌​‍

The‌‌ snake, which had‌‍ managed to coil​​​ around the boy,​‌⁠ peeked its head‌‌​ out and slithered⁠⁠ away.

It‌​ seemed to be‍‌ dancing, but despite‌‌‍ the movement of​‍​ its large body,⁠‌ it felt completely​⁠⁠ weightless.

“Is​‍ this?”

[Don’t⁠ try to understand⁠‌​ spirits; they are⁠‍ just another form‌ of the world.]‌‍⁠

Humans‍‌‌ have always tried​ to interpret everything‍⁠ in the world⁠⁠ on their own‍⁠ terms, but it’s​ impossible for a mortal’s thin soul‍‍⁠ to understand everything‌‍ around it.

Perhaps‍⁠​ that’s why humans⁠‍​ trust in gods.⁠​⁠

Honestly,​‌‍ even the boy​⁠​ invoked the name‌​ of God, at‌⁠ least for now.⁠

Hiss-‌‍

Something‍ began to rise​ from the hillside⁠ in time with‌‍‍ the movements of​‍ the dancing snake.‌‌‍

Despite⁠‌ the clarity of‍​⁠ the day, the​‍‍ blue lights rising​‍‌ looked like nighttime‍‍​ fireflies.

They‌ flew towards the‌⁠ snake.

[…Is​‍ this?]

Even‌ the voice, which‍ had always remained⁠‍​ calm, was panicking‌⁠ at the current⁠ situation.

Hiss-⁠‌‍

The‌‌ snake began to​ retreat.

As​⁠ if it had​​ done its job.⁠‍‌

“…..”⁠‌

At‍ the same time,​‍​ the boy’s black-gray​ armor began to​ glow with the‍​ color of blue​ fireflies.

Vlad⁠​‌ stood gaping, looking‍‍ at his shining‍ armor.

[Blessing.]​‌

said​‍‍ the voice, and​‌⁠ Vlad, suddenly back​‌ in his own‌‌​ world, looked forward.‍⁠

He‍⁠ saw a snake.‍

It⁠​​ was looking at​​​ him.

It‌ was visible in‍​ his own world.‌‌‌

Hiss-‍​‍

smiled​⁠ seeing the boy’s‍ armor glow.

It‍‌ attracted the boy‍‌⁠ and blessed his‌‍​ voice.

With​‍​ its own warmth.‌

“….”⁠

Vlad​‍ didn’t know why,‍⁠ but his armor⁠​ seemed to smell​ like fresh lemons.‍‌⁠

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