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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 42: A vacation that doesn’t feel like a vacation (2)

Chapter 42: A vacation that doesn’t feel like a vacation (2)

A moonlit night. An‍‌‍ empty field with‌⁠‌ no one around.‌⁠

There‍ was a boy⁠‌⁠ there, alone, sweating.‌‌​

“Come‍​ on!”

The⁠ boy was trying.⁠‌

Striving‍ more than any​‌ of the squires⁠‍ here.

“Ha,‍‌⁠ Ha.”

A single drop of‌‍‌ sweat on the​ boy’s chin caught⁠⁠ the moonlight.

But⁠ the boy hurried‌‌‍ to wipe it‍ away with his​ hand before it‌ fell to the​‍ ground.

Effort‌⁠ was something marvelous,⁠​ beautiful, and radiant,⁠‍​ but he didn’t‍‌ want it to‍ show.

He‌‍​ didn’t want others​ to see.

To‍⁠ see himself giving⁠⁠ it his all‌‌⁠ and spinning like‍‍ a broken record.⁠‍

That‌​⁠ might make him‍⁠ appear weak.

“Hmph!”‌

From​​ the small clearing​​‍ in the back‍ street to the‍​ training ground now‌‍ taken over by‍‍‌ the squires.

The⁠ boy, unwilling to‍⁠‍ show his weakness‌​‍ to others, sought​ a place where⁠⁠ no one else‌ was and wielded​​​ his sword as‌ he had always⁠⁠⁠ done.

[Stretch​ your waist a little more; it’s​ too stiff.]

“…Stretch?”‍‌

Following‌​​ the advice of​ the voice, which‌​​ he could still⁠​​ interpret a bit​​ differently than before,‍ Vlad corrected his​​⁠ posture.

The​⁠ voice and Jager‍‍​ had told the‌ boy there was​​⁠ no quick turnaround.⁠‌

Mastery⁠​ could only be⁠‍ trusted through repetition⁠⁠​ and years of​‌ experience.

“Whoa…”​‌‌

What⁠‍ a blessing to‌‌​ be able to⁠​ prepare with all‍​‌ our might for‍​‌ the possibilities of​ tomorrow.

Compared​‍​ to his life‍ on the streets,​‌‍ where he couldn’t‍ see anything, this‍ was paradise.

Vlad​​‍ was acutely aware‍⁠ that this was‌⁠ his golden opportunity.‍⁠

[That’s‌⁠ enough for today.]‌

“Already?”‌

[You’ve⁠‌ completed your training‌ for the day.]‍⁠

The‍‌ voice understood the‍⁠​ boy’s frustration.

So⁠‍ it could only‍‍ do its best​​ to let the‍​ boy burn slowly.​‍

So‌​ that he wouldn’t‍​‍ burn too fast⁠ and consume himself.‍​

[The‌ final cooldown is‍‌ the most important​⁠​ part, but if‍ you end up​⁠ injuring yourself, all​ your efforts will‍‌‌ be in vain.]‍

“Alright.”​​

Vlad‌⁠ followed the advice‍ of the voice​⁠ and relaxed his‌‌‌ muscles while assuming⁠‍⁠ the final position‌‌ that Jager had⁠⁠⁠ indicated.

He⁠⁠⁠ was disappointed not​‍‌ to have been‌​‍ able to train​ with Jager yesterday⁠‌ due to circumstances​ beyond his control,‌ but he wasn’t‍ going to let‍ that stop him.‌​

It‌ was always the​⁠‍ prepared ones who⁠‍‍ seized the opportunity.‌‌⁠

[Let’s​‌⁠ go inside.]

“Hmm.”⁠‌‌

Drenched‍ in sweat, the⁠⁠​ boy entered the⁠‍‌ mansion, challenging the‍⁠⁠ increasingly cold night​‌ air.

“…”‌​‍

But‌ the boy wasn’t​ the only one⁠⁠‌ awake tonight.

A knight with narrow⁠‍⁠ eyes also observed​ the deserted clearing,​​‍ although he was​ too far away‍ to hear the‌ boy’s words.

Raising⁠ people is the​‌ hardest thing.

Some​‌ things only need⁠ love to thrive,​ but others need​ a biting reprimand.‌‍

It’s⁠‌​ the only way⁠ to keep them‍‍‌ on the right⁠⁠ path.

Only‍ after seeing the⁠ boy enter did‍ the knight with‌⁠ narrow eyes leave.⁠‍

It​‍⁠ was a night‌​ of many troubles‍‌‌ for the two‌ men, each uncomfortable⁠‌‍ in their place.‍

***​

“Good.”‍

Joseph​ replied from within​ his well-lit office.‍

“Thank⁠​‌ you.”

It​‌ was a somewhat​⁠ blasphemous thought, but​ Vlad felt pity‌‍⁠ for the shadow​​ in Joseph’s eyes‍ that didn’t fade⁠​ no matter how⁠ much light illuminated‌‌​ them.

In⁠​​ fact, he had‌‌⁠ seen it for⁠‌ a few days,​ shortly after returning‍ from Deirmar.

“I⁠​⁠ was thinking of‌ giving you some​ time off. Besides,⁠‌‍ you already have​ a place to‍ go, so why⁠‌ not?”

Although‍⁠⁠ Vlad had obtained⁠⁠​ Joseph’s permission, he⁠​ could only look‌‍ at him incredulously.​⁠‍

The‌‍ knight with narrowed‍⁠ eyes had not​‌ responded to his‌ constant attempts at‌⁠ eye contact.

Joseph​⁠ was aware of​ the uncomfortable atmosphere​ between them, but‍ he said nothing.‌ Even as the‍‍ person with the⁠‍ higher position, there‍‌ were certain relationships⁠‍⁠ that needed to‌‍ be respected.

“A⁠ knight should never​ let go of​‌ his sword, even‍‌ on vacation.”

It‍⁠​ was the knight​‌ with narrowed eyes‌ who broke the⁠ delicate silence first.​​‍

Though‍‌ his gaze was‌‌‌ subtly averted, Jager​ was clearly addressing‌ the boy.

“We’ll​ see when you‍‍‍ come back.”

Training‍ was something you​‍ knew if you​‍ missed it for​‍ a day, and‍​ others knew if⁠‍ you missed it‍⁠ for a week.‌​‍ Jager knew he⁠ didn’t have to‍​ tell Vlad this,‌ but he couldn’t‍ think of anything⁠ else to say⁠ at that moment.‌​⁠ He had no‌ experience in raising​⁠‌ people, not even​‍ seeds.

“I​ see.”

Vlad‍ responded loudly, turning‌​ towards Jager, who⁠​‍ was finally addressing​ him.

“Although‍‍ you better not​⁠‍ expect too much⁠ from the horse.​⁠⁠ Your problem is‌‍‍ difficult to solve,​⁠ even for House‍​‍ Kannor.”

“That…”‌⁠‍

However,​‌​ Vlad’s hopes were‍ dashed again by‍‍ Joseph’s following words.‌

“I‍ want you to​⁠‍ get an approximate‍​ idea of how⁠ much the horses‍​‍ reject you, and‍​⁠ if there’s a minor one, find‌⁠⁠ out where it’s‍​⁠ from.”

Joseph‌ was well aware​‍ of Vlad’s inability‌ to ride, and‌ he knew it​ wasn’t the boy’s‌​​ fault. It was‍⁠ a very special⁠⁠‍ case, but sometimes,‌⁠ like in Vlad’s​​⁠ case, horses refused⁠ to be ridden​ by people like‌⁠‌ him. Someone who‌‌ smelled too much‌‍⁠ of blood or‍‌ had a special‌​‌ curse. Or a knight with too⁠⁠ much fervor.

‘…Although‍ knights who have⁠​‍ too much fervor⁠‌ in the first​‌⁠ place tend to‌‌ control it themselves.’​‍​

For​‌‌ now, in the‌ boy’s case, it’s‍ best to keep⁠​ all possibilities open.‍​ Like Alicia’s work,‌‌ you never know⁠⁠ where it might‌ lead.

“You‌ can go now.​ I’ll see you​‍⁠ in a week.”‌⁠

“Okay.”‌

“No‌​⁠ need for a gift when you‌ come back.”

“Yes…”‌‍‍

Vlad‌‍ left the office‍ with a concerned‍‍⁠ look upon hearing‍‌ Joseph’s ambiguous words‍​​ about whether he‍​​ should bring a gift or not.‌​⁠

“It’s​​‍ the Kannor family…”​

Looking‍⁠​ at the door‌‌ through which Vlad‌‌ had left, Joseph​ raised an eyebrow.⁠

“I⁠ hope they don’t‌⁠‍ know each other.”⁠

“Since⁠‍ both are so⁠⁠​ conspicuous.”

Learning⁠‌‍ Vlad’s destination, Joseph​​ pursed his lips,⁠​‌ thinking about the‍‍ “what if…” that⁠​ could happen there.‌

“Well,​‌‌ if it’s urgent,​ they’ll take care‌‍​ of it.”

“You​ won’t keep an‌​ eye on him?”‍

Jager⁠ asked, but Joseph‌‍‌ simply buried his⁠‍ head in the⁠‌‌ papers as if⁠⁠‌ there was nothing‌‍ to think about.‍​

“If​ he wants something,⁠‍​ he’ll come for‌​ it. I don’t⁠​ like doing things‍‍⁠ behind his back.”​⁠

Jager‍ could only nod​⁠ at Joseph’s response.‌ Maybe Joseph was​​‌ right. They knew⁠ each other better‌ than anyone in‍ the world.

***​​

“What​‌⁠ I had in‌‍ mind came at​⁠‌ a very good​ time.”

In​ Oksana’s parlor, where‌⁠⁠ even the sunlight‍‍ had an orange​‍ tint, Vlad stiffened‍‍‍ once again.

Maids‍ bustled around him,‌‌⁠ trying on clothes⁠​ for him.

As‌ always when he​​​ visited, Vlad knew​ it was best‍‍‍ to keep his‌​ distance for now.‌

“…”‍

Upon⁠ leaving Joseph’s office,⁠ Vlad was immediately‍‌ stopped by a maid, as if​​‍ she had been‍​ waiting for him.​

She⁠ had introduced herself‍ as a maid‍‍‍ of Countess Oksana,‌⁠ so he hadn’t⁠​⁠ even had the​‌⁠ decency to protest;‍ instead, he had‍​ been immobilized.

And‍ when he woke‌⁠​ up, he looked⁠​‌ like this.

“The⁠‍⁠ color suits you‍ very well. I thought I would​ match it with⁠‍⁠ your leather armor,‍‌⁠ but it looks⁠ better than I thought.”

“…Thank‌ you.”

Oksana⁠⁠‍ smiled satisfactorily as‍‍ she looked at​‍ the black cloak‍ that covered the‌ boy’s shoulders.

Vlad‍⁠ observed Oksana’s smile‍ and cautiously touched⁠ the cloak.

The‍ cloak, made of⁠ warm wool, was​ warm enough to⁠‌ use as a sleeping bag when⁠ camping.

Oksana⁠‌ made sure the⁠‍ cloak was not⁠‌‌ only beautiful but⁠​‌ also practical.

“It‍‍ has plenty of‍ space, so it‍ fits everything, so‌ it’s worth it.”‍‌

Oksana⁠‍⁠ clapped lightly as‍‌‍ she watched the‌‌ color combination, which​ was working much‌‍​ better than she‍ expected.

The‍ boy’s precious blond‍⁠‌ hair was an​ excellent way to​​ complete the outfit.⁠

“Are​​ you going on⁠ vacation with House⁠ Kannor?”

“Yes.”‌

How⁠‍​ she knew, she‌⁠ asked him, even​ though obviously Joseph‍‌ had just granted​​ him permission.

The⁠‍⁠ boy, who still​‌​ hadn’t realized the‌ power of a countess in charge‌‌‌ of everything in‌ the mansion, could‍ only think that​⁠ he would have⁠ to behave a bit more upright⁠ in the future.⁠‌‌

“Whenever‌​ you’re invited to​‍ someone’s home,” she‌⁠‌ said, “You have⁠‌ to look much‍‍ more handsome. It’s⁠ good manners, and​‌ that way you‍ won’t offend their​ parents.”

“…”​​⁠

The⁠‍‌ boy had no‍‌‌ parents to disrespect.‍⁠⁠

“So‌ you can’t behave​ badly.”

“…I‌ wouldn’t.”

Oksana‍⁠ was saying not​‌​ to worry, even‌ though she wasn’t​‍​ the boy’s mother,⁠‌ she would take‍⁠‍ responsibility.

The​​‍ support she was‍‍ giving Vlad was‌⁠ already beyond mere​‌ patronage.

“Thank‍‍ you for your‍‌‌ work in Deirmar.”‌​

“I⁠​ was just doing‍⁠⁠ what I had‍‍⁠ to do.”

“No,‍ it’s about that.”‌‌‌

Oksana⁠⁠‌ probably wasn’t doing⁠ this just because​‍ she liked the‌⁠​ boy named Vlad.⁠

She​ also did it⁠ because the boy⁠⁠‌ in front of​‌ her was a great help to​‍‍ her son.

If‌‌ she could do‌​ this for a simple squire, how‍‌ terrible must it‌ be for her⁠ son, Joseph, who‌‍ shared her blood.‍‌

“Then⁠‍ we’ll have to‍‌​ look for a tutor for him‍​ after these holidays,‌‌​ because he’ll only‍ make such a mistake once, won’t⁠‌ he?”

“…I’m‍‌ sorry.”

If‌​⁠ Vlad had known‌⁠​ that Oksana had‌‍‍ staggered for a moment in shock​‌​ after hearing what‍‍⁠ had happened with⁠⁠ Alicia, although she‍ was now smiling​​‍ kindly, he would​ have knelt in‍‌​ apology.

“The​​‍ title of knight‌⁠ you aspire to⁠ is a semi-noble⁠ position, and you⁠‌ have to learn‍ to behave accordingly.”‌

“I⁠ see.”

Anyone‌ who saw someone‍‌‌ so young with​‍‍ so much potential‍​ but so little​⁠ knowledge couldn’t help‍ but want to​ help.

And⁠‌ Oksana’s heart was⁠⁠​ reaching the boy‍⁠​ through various ways.​‌‌

“All⁠​ right. You can⁠‌ go now.”

“Thank​⁠ you, Lady Oksana.”‍

Vlad,​ who had been⁠ let out shortly⁠⁠​ after entering the⁠‍‍ parlor, left it‍ with stiff steps.‍‌

“And‌⁠‌ when you leave,‍ make sure to⁠ take the things⁠ I left by⁠‍ your side.”

Hearing‍‍​ Oksana’s words, Vlad‍ turned his head⁠⁠ to the baskets​ she had left⁠​ on the side.⁠

“This‍ is…”

“These‍ are lemons. They⁠⁠​ are the ones​⁠​ Joseph brought this‍‌ time.”

Oksana⁠⁠ replied, smiling at‌ the boy, who‌‍⁠ looked perplexed at​‍ the lemons.

“It’s‍⁠ not good manners⁠⁠‍ to go to​ someone’s house empty-handed.”‍​​

“Thank​‍‍ you for your‌‍ kind consideration…”

Vlad⁠‌⁠ had seen a lot of people‌ trying to take​⁠ something from him,⁠ but he wasn’t‌ immune to people‍‍ trying to give⁠⁠ him something.

So‌‍ all he could​ do was thank⁠ her and leave‍​‍ with both hands‌‌‍ full of fruit.​​

“Afterward…”​⁠‍

Vlad⁠​ let out a small sigh as​‍ he left Oksana’s‌ room; he always⁠‍‌ received more than⁠ he expected.

He⁠​‌ walked slowly down⁠ the hallway, looking​‌​ at his reflection​ in the window.‍⁠‌

Fine⁠ clothes, a nice​‌‌ cloak, and a fruit basket in‍‌ each hand.

It​​ didn’t suit him.⁠‌​

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