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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 40: Give and Take (3)

Chapter 40: Give and Take (3)

All⁠ the unwanted guests⁠ have departed, and‌⁠​ now the only⁠ guests remaining in​‌‍ the mansion are‌‌ Joseph’s people.

The‌‍ true guests are‌‍‌ only the Bayezids‍‍⁠ from the north,‌⁠ and Alicia has‍ organized a farewell‍‌ ceremony for them‌ on the day‌ of their departure.‍​

In‌‍ essence, she would⁠‌‍ have offered them‌‍ a grand banquet,​​‌ but the Heinals‍​ were only just‍​​ now repairing the‍‌⁠ rift.

Joseph,‌⁠ who knew the​ circumstances, dropped a hint in advance,‌ and Alicia was‍‍ able to organize‍ it without pressure.⁠​

“Vlad⁠‍ of Soara, Bayezid’s​​‌ squire, please come‍​​ forward, Lady Alicia.”‌

At‍‍‍ Duncan’s call, the‍⁠ still bandaged boy‍ took a step​‍‍ forward, looking a bit nervous.

Because‍ Joseph or Jager.⁠ He hadn’t heard⁠​‌ anything from either‍ of them.

“Get‍​ on your knees…‍‍​ not to the‍ left. That’s it,‍⁠ on your knees.”​‍

Vlad‌ glanced at Duncan‍‍⁠ and knelt down‍ carelessly as a sign of agreement.‌​

Alicia‍ smiled at the​​‍ still innocent look‌ on the boy’s‍​​ face.

A part of her‍‍ wanted to tease‌⁠ him a bit‌‍ more, but she⁠‍​ had to fulfill⁠ her duty.

“Thank‌‍ you very much,‌​ sir. Vlad of‍⁠ Soara. I wouldn’t⁠⁠ be where I am today if‍ it weren’t for​ you.”

There‍​⁠ was a small‍⁠⁠ murmur in the‌ room at the​‍ small ceremony that‍​‍ only Alicia and⁠‍ Duncan had discussed.‍

“You‍‍‌ defended my honor​‌ and brought light⁠⁠⁠ to a duel‌ plagued with deceit,​‌ and no amount‌​‌ of gratitude will​ ever be enough,‌​‌ so please.”

The​​ price of borrowing​⁠‍ from Jager had⁠ already been generously⁠⁠​ paid.

But⁠⁠ Alicia wished to​‍‍ repay the boy⁠ herself.

It​​‌ was dramatic, and‌‍⁠ she was grateful.⁠‌

From​ her dress, Alicia‍⁠ pulled out a folded handkerchief.

A handkerchief of purple⁠ fabric, embroidered with‌ golden thread.

By​​⁠ its appearance, it‍‍ was evident that​‌ it was made‌‌​ of the finest⁠ silk, as it⁠​​ reflected the light​‌‌ impeccably.

“I‌‌⁠ wish to entrust​ you with my⁠‌​ name, to a man who was‌⁠⁠ not a knight‌​‍ but was more‌⁠‍ honorable than a knight. Vlad Of⁠​​ Soara.”

“!”⁠

Heinal’s​⁠‌ vassals watched in​​ astonishment as Alicia​ handed the boy⁠​‍ a handkerchief with⁠‌ her name, but​​ Joseph, who had⁠⁠‍ been listening, nodded‌⁠ silently.

“Hmm.”⁠‍

Because‍ he realized what‍‍ Alicia intended by​ giving Vlad the‍​ handkerchief.

As​​​ expected… she is‍​ a smart woman.‍‍

She⁠ wants to demonstrate​ her connection with‍ Bayezid and Heinal​‌ by having a prospect named Vlad.‍‌‌

It’s‌‌ the best way‌ to show gratitude​‌ and take advantage‍ at the same​ time.

Of​ course.

Joseph‌​⁠ had every right​​​ to be unhappy​⁠ with the ceremony‍​‌ that was organized‍​ without his knowledge,‌ but at least⁠ it wasn’t a loss, so he‍​ let it unfold.⁠

If⁠‌‌ he had known‍ what would happen‍‌ a little later,​​ he would have‌⁠​ intervened.

“…”⁠

Vlad‌ thought as he⁠‍ watched Alicia trying‌ to hand him‍ her handkerchief.

“If⁠⁠ a noble gives‍‍​ you something, you‍⁠ must accept it.‌‌ That is common⁠ courtesy.”

Jager’s‌​‍ words echoed in⁠‌ Vlad’s head.

‘I‌​‌ can’t mess it‍​ up again.’

How‍⁠‍ he had been⁠ punished for not⁠‍​ accepting the peanuts⁠‍ Rutiger had offered⁠ him upon arriving⁠ at the Bayezid‍⁠ mansion.

So,‌⁠ it would undoubtedly​​⁠ be disrespectful to‍‍ her not to⁠‍ accept the handkerchief⁠⁠ now.

He​ might be beaten‍‍ by Jager again.‌⁠

“Thank‌​ you. Lady Alicia.”‍

So,​‌ he took it.‍‍

With​ both hands, politely,‌ with the best‌ manners he knew.‌‌

“…!”‍​‍

It​ came out so⁠⁠ naturally that no​​‌ one stopped him.‍​​

Alicia‌ couldn’t hide her⁠‍‍ surprise as she​ watched Vlad take‌​⁠ the handkerchief with‌ both hands.

“…?”​‍

Vlad⁠​ was puzzled, looking​‍⁠ at the aquamarine-haired​‌ woman who blushed‌​ more and more.‌‍

“Well,​⁠ that… that’s not⁠ right.”

Next⁠​ to him, the⁠‌ face of the‌‍ elderly knight Duncan‌‌ contorted, and he‍​ began to stutter.​‌‌

“Uh,‍⁠⁠ uh. I see.‌​ I hadn’t realized.”⁠‌⁠

Even‌ Joseph sighed, realizing‍‌⁠ his mistake.

The‌ boy who had⁠ grown up on‌‍ the streets had​ little knowledge of‌ the noble world.‌‍‍

“Is‍⁠ it… okay?”

Uncertain⁠ of what to⁠ do with a simple handkerchief, Vlad​ just rolled his​⁠ eyes.

A handkerchief with Lady​‍​ Alicia’s name.

There‌⁠ were two ways‌⁠⁠ a lady could‌​​ hand over a handkerchief as a symbol of her​‌ favor.

By‌‌​ tying it to‌⁠ the tip of​ her sword.

And‍⁠⁠ by passing it‌‌‌ from hand to​⁠ hand.

Vlad⁠ had just received​‌ his name through‌‌​ the latter method.‌​‌

***⁠

Leaving‍‌ Deirmar and returning​‌‍ to Sturma.

“….”​​‍

Seated⁠​​ in the carriage,‌ Joseph couldn’t suppress⁠ the boisterous laughter‌​ from earlier.

“It’s⁠ been a while‍​ since I felt‌​ so amazed. Of⁠ course, it’s all​‌ my fault.”

“…I⁠​​ apologize.”

Vlad,​‍⁠ now aware of‌‍⁠ the situation, hadn’t⁠ been able to⁠‍​ lift his head‍ since he got⁠ on the carriage.⁠

It‌ was a mistake​‍⁠ for which he‌​ had no words.‌

“What’s‍​ with you and⁠ the peanuts the​ other day, and​‌‍ why do you​​ make such a fuss every time​‍ you’re given something?”‌​

Jager,​⁠ on his horse​‍ next to the⁠‌ carriage, growled at⁠‌ Vlad as if‍⁠​ he had been⁠‍ waiting for this.‌

“I‍ didn’t know…”

“Why‍‍​ did you grab​‍‍ it with both‍ hands when you‌ were on your⁠⁠ knees?”

“Because‍ aristocrats… shouldn’t move?”‌

“Haa…”‌‌⁠

Jager‍‍​ rubbed his temples​‌‍ and grunted forcefully‌⁠ from his horse.​‌

He⁠‌⁠ couldn’t blame him‌ for not knowing​⁠⁠ in the first‌ place.

He‌ did what he‌ was told, so‌‌ there was nothing‌‍‌ to say about‌​⁠ it.

It⁠ just burned inside​‌ him.

Only‌‍ now did Jager⁠ realize that it​ takes pain and⁠​⁠ patience to cultivate​‍‍ something properly.

“Just​ look at me‌⁠⁠ first when you‍ receive something from​​​ nobles in the⁠​‌ future! Understand?”

“…”‌⁠⁠

Vlad‍​ could only nod⁠​‌ at Jager’s insistence.‌⁠

Receiving‌ a handkerchief with‍⁠ a lady’s name‌⁠‍ meant two things.​

One​ was honor.

The​⁠ other was love.‍

The‌ swordsman who received⁠ honor extended his‌ sheath, and the⁠​ lady handed it‍‌⁠ to him with​⁠ a handkerchief hanging​​​ from it.

It‌ was a gesture⁠ so simple that‌‍ a mother could‍ give it to‌‍⁠ her son.

Hand-to-hand,‍‍‌ however, was different.‍

It​ was just a sign of support​ for a loved‌‌‌ one.

“People​ in this territory‌‌ won’t have to​‌‌ worry about making⁠​⁠ a living for⁠ a while.”

Joseph​⁠ rubbed his tingling​ temples from the‍‍ longest laughter he​‌ had let out‍​​ in a long​ time.

“In​ any case, congratulations​‌⁠ on your promotion‍‌⁠ to the rank‌​‌ of quasi-knight.”

“Knight?”​‍

Vlad⁠ repeated, sensing the​​ weight in Joseph’s​ voice when he​ said the word.⁠‍

“Yes,​ since you are‌‍ a knight honored‍ by the noble‍⁠​ Lady Alicia, you‌ will be treated‍‍‌ as a knight,⁠ at least where⁠ your name is‍​ known.”

A knight…

A knight!

Vlad’s⁠‍​ blue eyes lit⁠‍‍ up as if​​⁠ for the first‌​ time in his‍ life.

“Well,‌⁠ she just became⁠‌⁠ a baroness, so‍​ I guess her‌‍ name is only​‌​ recognizable in Deirmar.”‍‍

“If…”‍

That’s​‍ why it’s called​​ a quasi-knight, not⁠‍ a knight.

The⁠⁠‌ emotions that threatened​⁠‌ to overwhelm him‌⁠ quickly cooled.

‘It‍‌ won’t be that‌‌‌ easy.’

Vlad⁠‍ had met so‌ many great knights​‍ in his life⁠⁠⁠ that even if‍‌‍ they named him‍‍ a knight now,‌ he wouldn’t take‍ it seriously.

He⁠‌ knew he was​ still far from‍⁠‌ being in their​‌ league.

“Tsk.”‌‍‌

Vlad​‍⁠ toyed with the​‍ handkerchief Alicia had​‌‍ given him, nostalgically.‍​​

It‌ was soft and​‌ pleasant to the‍​‍ touch.

“It‌ was a mistake‌⁠​ when you received‍​‌ it, but now​‍ that you know‍ what it means,‍​⁠ you must never‍⁠‌ lose that handkerchief.”​‍

“What⁠ if I lose⁠ it?”

In‍‌​ response to Vlad’s​ innocent question, Joseph‍ shrugged.

“Just‌​⁠ have to live‍‍‍ with it. You‍​‌ made it possible‌‍ by grabbing it‍ with both hands.”​

“It’s‌​ better not to‌​ lose it…”

Upon⁠ hearing Joseph’s response,‍⁠ Vlad buried the​ handkerchief Alicia had‌‌ given him deep‍ in his chest.‌‍⁠

It⁠‍​ was the first‍‌‌ time in his‍ life that he​​​ received something that‌​ had to be⁠ handled with care,‍ and it started​ to feel unnecessarily​‍‍ heavy inside.

“Well,​​​ it’s been a crazy way to‌ end, but I guess I won’t⁠ need it now‍ that you’ve done‌​​ your job.”

Joseph⁠​⁠ pulled out a piece of paper‍⁠ and waved it‌‌ in front of‌ Vlad’s face.

It⁠ was a piece‌​‌ of paper with‌‍ rough handwriting.

“Once​‍​ again, I appreciate‍​ your work. You’ve​ saved me a lot of trouble.”​​

“What’s​‍‌ that?”

Vlad‍ asked, and Joseph‍​ handed him the​ now useless piece​ of paper.

It‌​ explains the essence‍‍‌ of the case⁠⁠ and tells us⁠⁠ what position the​‌‍ boy held.

It’s​‌ like a lesson​ for Vlad but‍ also a reward.⁠‍

“Just​​ in case you‌‍​ lose a duel.”​

“Ah.”⁠

Taking‍ the paper from⁠ Joseph’s hand, Vlad‌‍ remembered the day’s​‍ events.

Joseph⁠⁠​ had asked him⁠‌ to hold on‌ for ten minutes.‌‍

He​ said he had⁠ something in mind.‌‍‌

“For…?”‌⁠‍

Vlad​ groped to read​ what was written‍‍ on the paper​​ now that he​⁠⁠ had learned to‍ read thanks to‍ Haven.

“Nevertheless,‍⁠ congratulations on learning​ to read.”

“Thank‍ you.”

Vlad‌‍ returned the compliment‌​ to Joseph and‌ looked down at‌ the signature line‌ at the bottom‍ of the loan‍‌ certificate.

“Alicia?‍

The​​‍ borrower was Alicia​‍ Heinal.

The​ amount is.

“Ten​ thousand gold!”

Vlad’s⁠ eyes widened at‍ the staggering sum,‍ and he looked⁠‍‍ at Joseph.

His⁠​‍ lord, sitting in‌ front of him,​‌‍ was smiling from‌‍ ear to ear.‍‌

“It⁠ was a way‍ to secure her‍ soldiers in case⁠‌ she lost a duel. Although she⁠ didn’t actually borrow​​‌ them.”

Grasping⁠ the paper from‍⁠ Vlad, Joseph continued.⁠‍

“Alicia​⁠​ was supposed to‌‍ surrender if she‍​⁠ lost all her⁠ status.”

If⁠‌ Alicia had lost⁠ to Endre, she⁠ would have died.‌

Endre⁠ wouldn’t have wanted‍‌‍ to leave even‌​‌ a little of⁠​‍ a legacy.

That’s‌​​ why Joseph had‍​‌ made a point​‍ to secure her‍‍‌ enlistment in the⁠ first place.

And⁠‍ the power to⁠​ enforce it.

“Is⁠​ there any reason‌‍​ to bring Lady‌ Alicia…? I thought‍ you knew that‍​ if you lost‍ the duel, you⁠ would lose your​ right to the​​ throne.”

The​ boy asked, feeling​⁠⁠ a strange sensation‍‍ that saying her⁠ name would make‌‍‌ him unnecessarily affectionate.‍

“That’s​ true.”

Joseph​​​ said, putting the‍ paper back between​ his arms.

“But‍‍​ a cause is⁠ like an ember‍‌‌ hidden in ashes,‌ something that can‌⁠​ flare up with‌ the right wind.”⁠

Even​‍​ if Endre had​‌‍ become the new​ baron of House⁠ Heinal, Joseph would‌ have felt great‌⁠ pressure if Alicia​ were in the⁠ hands of Bayezid.​⁠‍

A cause is a cause.

It‌ was an arrow‌⁠‍ that could fly⁠⁠ at any moment.⁠‌

“I⁠‌‌ see.”

The‌⁠ boy, who understood​ a bit of⁠​ the world of‍ nobles, was impressed.‍‍

Now‌⁠ he understood why‌‍ nobles lived by⁠‌ the order of⁠⁠⁠ the law.

“So,​⁠⁠ I guess I’ll‍‌ end up dueling⁠⁠⁠ with Lord Pablo‌‌‌ again after all?”⁠⁠‌

“…Really?”​

From​⁠ what Vlad had⁠‍ just learned, Endre‍ was still alive,‌​‍ so the embers​​ of succession were​‍‍ still alive.

If​‍ so, someday he‍ might face Pablo‍‍ de Arnstein.

With‌ that thought in​ mind, Vlad turned‍​ to Joseph, but​‍ the response he‌‍​ received was somewhat‌ of a tepid⁠​ half-question.

While‍‍ Vlad was perplexed‌⁠‌ by Joseph’s response,‍⁠‍ Jager suddenly appeared⁠ at the window.⁠‌‌

“Lord‍ Joseph. Unidentified people‌ are approaching.”

“What‌ color are they‍ dressed in?”

“They‍‍ are dressed in‌‍ black and have⁠​⁠ blue scarves on⁠​‍ their forearms.”

Upon​​ Jager’s report, Joseph​​ nodded and commanded.‌

“Good.‌‌ Send a signal.”​‌

“Yes.”​‍

Upon⁠ hearing Joseph’s order,‍‍ Jager signaled Bordan‌‌ with a gesture.‍‍

Peevish-.​

The⁠ old, chubby knight‌ took out his‍ whistle and blew⁠‌‍ it as hard⁠ as he could.‍‌​

It‌​ was a thin,⁠‍‍ piercing sound that‌⁠⁠ only a trained​‌ ear would recognize.‌

Peeeeeeep-.‍‌

Or‍⁠ at least Vlad,⁠‌ with his sharp​‌‌ sense of hearing.‌‍

“There’s‌‌⁠ a response.”

“Yes.⁠‌‌ And you ended‍‍​ up using it⁠‌ for something else.”⁠

“…?”‍

Vlad,⁠⁠⁠ unable to join​⁠ the conversation, looked⁠‌‍ at the two‌‌‍ alternately, astonished.

In‌ the distance, men‌ in black began‌⁠‌ to gallop towards‌ them on horseback.‍‌‍

The​ men headed towards‍‌ them in the‍ blink of an‌‍ eye, as if‍‌‍ they were watching‍‍ the road.

“Lord‍‍ Joseph, we’ve been​ a bit delayed‍‌‌ trying to settle​‌⁠ scores.”

“Good‌ work.”

One⁠ of them, who⁠⁠ seemed to be⁠ the captain, approached⁠ the carriage without​‌ any inhibition and‍​⁠ handed Joseph a black bag.

“Hmph,‍ is that it?”‍​

“Yes.”‍​‌

“The‍⁠ word has already‍ spread in the‍ territory.”

“Well,​ at least be‍ kind to me‌ later.”

While⁠⁠ the stranger chatted​ nonchalantly with Joseph,​ Vlad realized he​‍‌ had an ally‌⁠ but couldn’t hide⁠‍ his nervousness.

“…”‍‍

Vlad‌⁠​ is finally in‌​​ his own world.‌

So‌‍⁠ for a boy​‌⁠ with new sensations‍‍⁠ he had never⁠ felt before, the‍⁠‍ man in front‍‌⁠ of him had​‌ enough momentum to​⁠​ make him feel‌⁠​ danger.

The⁠ scars on his‍ face.

The‌​‌ scent of danger⁠ in the air.​‍‌

My​‌‌ instincts told me.‍‍

You⁠‌ couldn’t play with‌‍ the man in‌ black.

“Do⁠​ you want to‌‌ come with me?”‍

“I‌⁠‌ think we should⁠​ head back a bit earlier.”

“It’s​‌ a shame, thanks‍‌ for your efforts.”‍

“I‍‍⁠ was just fulfilling‍ my duty as⁠⁠ the Sword of‌‍ Bayezid.”

At‍ a signal from⁠ the scar-faced man,‌ the men in‌ black began to​‍ move in disciplined⁠ movements.

They‍​ looked like an⁠‍ army in their‍⁠⁠ precision.

“Hmph.​​ Seems like they⁠⁠⁠ were eager for‍‍​ a duel.”

“What?”⁠‌

While‍⁠ Vlad was worried​‌ about the men‌⁠ who had entered‌‍ and exited so‍⁠‌ abruptly, Joseph opened‍⁠ the bag given⁠ to him by​‍​ the man in⁠ black and gave​‌‍ a subtle smile.⁠‌‌

“I​‌ guess I’ll have​‌‌ to come up‍⁠‍ with an excuse​​‍ other than a duel to see​⁠⁠ your lady again.”‌‌‍

“…..”⁠‌‌

Vlad​⁠ felt the chill⁠‌ in Joseph’s jest.‍‍​

It⁠⁠​ was a sensation‍‌‌ he was used‍‌ to feeling in‍​‍ the alleyways.

Cautiously,‌‍​ Vlad opened the‌ bag Joseph had​​⁠ handed him.

A familiar smell accompanied‍​ by moisture.

“…I‌‍‌ suppose so.”

Inside‍‍⁠ the black bag⁠ that the boy‌⁠ opened was the‌ world of nobility.⁠

The​⁠‌ world of cold.⁠​​

Brutal.​‍

And​ also a world…⁠‌​

Relentless.‍​

Endre,​‌‍ the man who‍ mocked Bayezid.

His​ head was there.‌‍

With​ wide-open eyes.

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