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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 43: A vacation that doesn’t feel like a vacation (3)

Chapter 43: A vacation that doesn’t feel like a vacation (3)

“Ugh.”‍​

A middle-aged knight, helplessly​‌ leaning against a wall, coughing up⁠‌ blood.

As‍⁠⁠ he collapsed slowly,‌ only a lamentable‌​ trail of black‍ blood remained behind‍⁠ him.

The​ sweat dripping down​‍⁠ his face weighed​⁠⁠ down the corners‌ of his eyes,​⁠‌ but the knight​‌⁠ tried to stay‍‌ awake.

It‌‌ was all over,‌​​ but he was​ the one forced‍⁠⁠ to witness the⁠‌‍ end.

Jab-jab-jab‌‍‌

The⁠‌ man heard the​‌ sound of someone‍⁠‍ walking towards him.‌‍​

Blurry‌ vision, buzzing in‌⁠ his ears, and‍​​ distant shouts.

Mixed‍‍‍ with these things​ was the sound‌⁠⁠ of approaching footsteps,​‌ silent yet unsettling.‌⁠

“Have​ you been here?”‍​‍

“…You‍ made it here,⁠​‌ after all.”

Now,⁠ a mansion dyed‍‌‌ red with blood.‌‍

The​ knight whose duty‌‌​ was to protect​⁠⁠ it looked at‌⁠​ the man who‌‌‍ had traversed the‌‍‌ hallway.

What‍ one sees in⁠ the last moments⁠​‌ of their life‍ is only…

It⁠ can only be‍‌‌ death.

“My​‍​ lord’s honor comes​​ first… Cough, when⁠‌​ you say your⁠⁠‍ honor is second,‍⁠⁠ I don’t think‍ you mean you‍ just follow orders.”‌‌‍

“My‌‍​ lord’s honor is​‌‌ second…”

The⁠ blue glow of‌‌ moonlight entered through‌ the hallway window.⁠⁠

The⁠ man standing silently⁠‍ beside it only⁠‍‍ listened to the​​‍ last words of‍ the slowly collapsing​ knight.

“The‍⁠‍ knights of Count⁠ Gaidar were not‍ like this.”

“That’s​‌ why they all⁠‌ died…”

A sword, shining in‍⁠‌ the moonlight, entered‍ my increasingly faint‌ vision.

It‌‌​ was a beautiful​‌⁠ light, out of​‍ place here.

“That‍‌‌ light, too, will‍‍ eventually die.”

“…..”‌​‌

With‌‌ those words, the‍⁠‍ moonlit blue knight​‌​ raised his sword‌‍‌ high.

The​‍‌ backlight of the​⁠⁠ moonlight made it‍⁠⁠ impossible to see⁠ his expression, but‌‍‌ you could almost‍ tell.

“…Godin.​ Deliver this to‍‌‍ Count Gaidar.”

Winners‌⁠‍ above, losers below.⁠‌

“I’ll‍‍​ be waiting for‍⁠ you in hell.”⁠

Fuuk-.‍⁠⁠

All‍‌​ according to the​ decision of the⁠ victor.

Red​ blood dripped down​‍ the white hallway.​​⁠

“…I⁠ will.”

A mansion somewhere that‍ had been filled⁠‍ with screams moments‍‍ before.

Now,‌ it was silent,⁠ bathed in the‌​‌ blue light of‌⁠‍ the moon.

Everywhere⁠ the moonlight shone,‌​ the screams were‍ painted red.

***‍

A boy rested his​ face on the‍⁠‌ carriage window sill,‌​⁠ looking outside with​ a disgruntled expression.​

“When‌ will we arrive?”​⁠⁠

“We’re‍ almost there.”

“You‌‍​ said we were‌⁠‍ almost there a while ago.”

“….”‍

Vlad​⁠ was annoyed.

He‍​‍ knew his home​⁠ was in Sturma,‌‍ and he would‍ reach it in‌​⁠ half a day,​‌‌ no matter how‍ long it took.​

But‌‍⁠ instead of half‍‍‌ a day, Vlad‌ had to leave⁠ Sturma and travel​‍ for one more⁠‌‌ day.

This⁠‍ was a punishment‍‌ for Vlad, who⁠⁠ was already tired‌⁠ of traveling by‌⁠ carriage.

“At‍‌‍ this time of‌⁠ year, our whole‌⁠⁠ family goes to‍‍ the summer house.⁠‌ The meadow grass​ is sprouting.”

“If⁠‍ we were going‍‍​ to the countryside,​⁠ you should have​​​ told me from⁠‌ the beginning.”

“I’m​‍​ sorry….”

But​‌ what’s done is​‍⁠ done, so what‍‌⁠ can you do?‍⁠⁠

Portly’s​⁠ family had now​‍​ moved to a villa outside the​⁠ city, not within‌ Sturma.

There,⁠​‌ they would enjoy‍ it much more,‌‍⁠ explained Portly, but​ Vlad was only‌⁠ annoyed that two‍‍​ days of his​ precious vacation had​‍​ been spent traveling.‌⁠

“Oh…”​

“I‌⁠‌ hope you like‍​ the scenery; I wanted to show‍‌ you this.”

But⁠​ that feeling didn’t⁠⁠​ last long.

Indeed,​ Portly was right,‌ and after just​ one hill, Vlad’s‌‍‍ eyes were filled‍ with a completely​ different sight.

Meadows‍⁠​ as far as‍‌ the eye could​⁠ see.

Even⁠‍‌ Vlad, who had‍ his face glued⁠ to the window​⁠ sill, was stunned⁠‍​ by the coolness‍‌ of the scene.‍‍

“If…”⁠‍

Vlad​ couldn’t help but​‌ marvel at the‌​​ scene before him.​‌

It‌ was the transition‍‍ from spring to⁠​‍ summer.

Everything‌​ was green, and‌ the grass poked‌‌ its head in​ response to the‍ warmer weather.

With‌‌‍ few trees, the‌ meadows stretched to​ the horizon, and⁠ Vlad felt like​⁠‍ he was in⁠ the middle of‌​ an ocean of⁠⁠ a green field.​

“The‍‌⁠ meadows here extend⁠⁠ to the front​ of Varna. Normally,​‍⁠ monsters appear from‍ time to time,​‍‌ but this winter​‌⁠ is cool after​​ Lord Joseph’s monster‍ slaughter, so we​‌ shouldn’t have to​‍⁠ worry about that.”⁠‌‍

“Really?”‍‍​

“Yes.‌‍⁠ You know, what‍‍ you said you⁠⁠ did.”

“Oh.‍‍‌ That.”

Every​‌ action has an​​‌ intention.

I realize that my‍‌ first encounter with⁠ Joseph that winter‍​​ day last year‍‍‌ was to make‍ sure the meadow‍‍ would be safe​​‌ to use.

“So​‍‌ I have something‌ to do with‍‌ the landscape.”

Vlad‍ felt a vague⁠ pride, as if​⁠​ he had participated‌​‌ in creating this‌ lush meadow.

“I​‍ want to shout.”‍

“I‍ understand. I want‌ to do that​‍ sometimes too.”

A world of intense​‌ green that makes​‍ me want to‌‍‍ slam the door​​​ and run out.‌‌

Feeling​​ like he knew‍ what it must‍ be for the‌​‌ horses frolicking in‌​ the distance, Vlad​‍ stuck his face⁠​ out of the‌​ carriage and opened​ his mouth wide​‍ to breathe in⁠‍ the rushing air.⁠

“Aaaahhhhhhh-!”‍

“…Yes.​‌ I understand.”

The⁠‍ boy’s scream echoed‍‍ strongly in the⁠⁠⁠ middle of the​ meadow.

After⁠‍‍ a lifetime of‍‍ darkness and confinement,⁠ all Vlad wanted​​‍ was to unleash‍ himself with a constant flood of​​‍ fresh emotions.

***‍‌

As‌​ a buoy in‍‌‌ a green sea,‍‌ the country house‍ announces its presence⁠​ with various colors.‍⁠

In‍‌​ front of it,⁠‍ someone greets a carriage.

“He’s​ my family’s butler.”‌

“Oh.⁠ A butler.”

I thought he was​⁠ a relative because‍‍​ he greeted me​ so amicably, but⁠‍ he’s a butler.‍⁠‌

“Do​‌ you have such⁠ a big house‍‍ that you need​‍ a butler?”

“We⁠‌⁠ have a total​ of two butlers‌ in the family.”⁠

“…Really?”⁠

The​‌ Kannor House may​​​ not be a noble family, but⁠ it holds its‌‍‍ share of influence​‍⁠ in Sturma.

I befriended Portly with‌​⁠ that in mind,‍​ but the wealth‍ of the Kannor⁠‌​ House was beyond‍ the imagination of⁠ a street-raised child.​‍

“Long‍‍⁠ time no see,‍ Butler!”

“It​‍ has indeed been‍ a while, Young​ Master.”

Puppies,⁠ regardless of their​​ size, were always​​ eager to be‌ embraced by their​⁠‍ masters.

And⁠ right now, Portly⁠​​ was a perfect⁠ example.

Somehow,​ the old butler’s​ legs trembled as​‌ he held the‍‍​ chubby puppy.

“And‍ my father?”

Portly,‍​ the younger son​‌‍ of Kannor, was​​‍ apparently very dear​⁠‌ to the house,⁠​ judging by the‍ way he spoke‌‌⁠ with the butler.‌‌‌

But‌​ no one else‍‌ besides the butler⁠​ had come out​​⁠ to greet the‌ guest, even though‌⁠ Vlad, who had‌⁠⁠ been eagerly awaiting‍‌‍ their arrival, was‍‍ right in front​‍⁠ of him.

“Well…”⁠

Expressing‍‌⁠ his embarrassment with‌⁠‍ a bitter smile,‌​ the butler asked​⁠ Vlad to forgive⁠⁠ him.

“My‌‌‌ lord is busy‌‌ receiving our unexpected​⁠ guests… So why⁠ don’t you take‌​ a look at‌​‌ our family home⁠ first.”

You‌ have an unexpected‍‍ guest.

Seeing‌⁠ the butler’s puzzled​ expression, Vlad responded​‌​ with indifference.

“Whatever.”​

It​‍⁠ was almost rude‍‌ to ask him​⁠‌ to wait, as⁠‌ another guest had‍ arrived, but Vlad‍​ didn’t mind.

“Thank​‌⁠ you for your‍ consideration.”

Seeing‍‌ Vlad, the wrinkles⁠ on the old‌ butler’s face widened.‍

[Well⁠​‌ done, a generous‌⁠⁠ heart will return​‍⁠ a favor someday.]‌‌​

‘…I‌‍‍ didn’t mean that.’‍‍

Vlad‍​‌ replied quietly as​‍‍ he heard the‌⁠​ voice.

When‍ had they treated⁠ him well?

Even‍ now, though he​ had faded into​ the background, it‌ would be a dream compared to‌‍ what it had⁠⁠ been.

And‌ if you expect⁠⁠‍ to be treated​‍‍ well for what⁠ you did in⁠‍‍ Deirmar, you’re going​‌⁠ to be slow-witted​⁠‍ and stiff in‌⁠⁠ whatever you do.​​⁠

So​ the boy decided‌‌⁠ to be as‍‍ bold as possible​‍ in everything he⁠​⁠ did.

“I’d⁠ rather see the‍‌‌ horses first. I have high hopes.”​

“Of‌ course, the lord‍ himself will introduce‍‍ you to the​‍ really expensive ones,​‍⁠ but it wouldn’t‌⁠​ hurt to have‌⁠ a preview of⁠ the rest.”

Instead,​ I’ll have to​⁠ find and eat‌​ the ones that​ allow me.

Make⁠‌ concessions but never‍ lose; that had​‌‌ been the boy’s⁠‌ life until then.‍

***⁠​‌

Heeeeeeeeeeeee-ing‍‍

¡Thump,​​‌ thump, thump!

“….”‍⁠

“….”⁠‍​

Cows,⁠ horses, and sheep.​​‌ And dogs.

All‍ the animals in‌​​ the meadow had‍​‌ seen Vlad, and‌‌ they were scared,‌​ fleeing.

“…This‍‌ can’t be serious.”⁠

Portly‍ and Vlad had​⁠ seen it coming,​ but the old‍‍⁠ butler, who had⁠ never seen anything‌ like it, was‌⁠ beyond belief.

“Have‌‌​ you ever been⁠‌ to… church?”

“Yes,⁠‍ my identity is​⁠ endorsed by Father​​ Andreas.”

“Oh,​ my apologies.”

The⁠⁠​ deacon, who had⁠‍ asked if you‍‍‍ were cursed or‌‌ something, could only‌‍⁠ bow his head‍ at the name⁠​ that came out​​⁠ of Vlad’s mouth.⁠

As‌ the butler of‌​ the Kannor family,⁠‌ whose lineage had​ been dedicated to‌ farming and livestock​‍ for generations, he​ was an expert‍ with animals.

But‌⁠⁠ he swore he​⁠ had never seen​ horses and sheep⁠ flee from someone‍​ like they were‍‍ doing now.

I can’t even ride​ a cow.

Whether‌​ the old butler‍​​ next to him​⁠ seemed surprised or​​​ not, Vlad could​​ only stare blankly‌‍ at the empty‌‍‍ enclosure.

Goethe⁠​ had jokingly suggested⁠ that maybe he​ should try riding​​ a cow, but‌‌​ even that seemed‌⁠ impossible now.

Vlad‌‍ felt dejected.

“….”⁠⁠‌

Portly,⁠​ watching the scene,‍ felt sorry for⁠‍‌ him and reassured​ Vlad.

“Go​ see all the‍ ones on our‌ ranch; there might⁠​ be one for⁠⁠⁠ you.”

I’ll‌⁠ show you all⁠‌ the guys here.⁠

I’ll​‍ show you each​‌‌ one of them,‌‍ fighting, riding, working,‌​ killing, whatever.

“But​‍‌ I’m sure there’s⁠ at least one⁠ that will follow⁠​​ me, right?”

“Of‍‌‍ course!”

But​⁠​ promises don’t always​⁠ come true.

Still,‌‍⁠ there were a couple of people⁠ tracking the ranch,​⁠ just in case,⁠​​ but they were‍ too busy trying⁠‍ to avoid Vlad.⁠‍

Meanwhile,‌‍⁠ the beloved butler​ had a hard⁠ time.

“Still,‌ I never thought​​⁠ it would be⁠​⁠ this bad…”

Vlad‍​ had been prepared‍ for this to‌ happen, but now​ that it was‌​​ happening in front⁠​ of him, he‌ was going crazy.​

It‍‌⁠ felt as if‍⁠ the handful of​‍ hope he had‍‌ left was being⁠ crushed.

It‍ doesn’t matter if⁠ he can use‍ aura.

He⁠​ can’t even ride​ a horse.

“I’ll‍ be walking, eating‌‍‍ dirt, while everyone‌​​ else is going⁠‌ on cool rides‌⁠ and stuff…”

“I⁠‍ still have some⁠‌ good horses that​‌ my father brought‍​​ me…”

But‌⁠‌ he would need‍‍ to get the⁠ lord’s permission to‍ bring them back.​

Vlad​‌‌ returned to the‍⁠ cabin with a heavy heart, his​ hopes fading away.⁠

The‌ day’s sun, sinking‍ on the horizon,​⁠ only dyed the‍ slumped shoulders of⁠ the young man⁠ in red.

***⁠‌⁠

“Tadak-tadak-tchik-”​‌

“….”​​

Upon​‌ entering the restaurant,‌​⁠ Vlad was left‌ dumbfounded. Meats relentlessly⁠‍‍ roasting over braziers‍ tended to by‌ servants. The warmth​ of the room‍‌⁠ heated Vlad’s heart‍​ and lifted his⁠​⁠ spirits.

I’m⁠ glad to be‌ here.

Although⁠ he had complained​‌⁠ about the distance‍‍‍ from the carriage,​‍ Vlad sincerely thought⁠‍ the same as‍⁠​ he beheld the‍ scene now.

It‌‌ had been worth​⁠ it.

“Welcome,‍​ and I apologize​⁠ for not being‍ able to greet‌ our honorable guest⁠​‌ in person!”

Vlad​ stood stiff as‌⁠ a board in​​ front of the‌⁠‌ rotating meat, rolling‍ his eyes.

Orsen‍​ Kannor, the head⁠​​ of the Kannor‍ House and Portly’s⁠‍‌ father, patted the‌ boy’s back with‍ a thick hand,‌​‌ seemingly amused by​ Vlad’s carefree reaction.​⁠

“Nice⁠‌ to meet you,⁠⁠ Vlad, squire of‍‍ House Bayezid.”

“I​​ know, I know;‌‍‌ rumors about you⁠ are already spreading‌⁠​ all over Sturma!”‌

Orsen​⁠ Kannor smirked as‍⁠ he watched Vlad‌⁠ bow, a gesture⁠ he had learned‌​‍ from Countess Oksana.​⁠​

It‌ had been a long time since​​ the boy invoked⁠‌‌ the discipline of⁠​ the Sword Master.​

The​⁠ people of Sturma,​ upon learning that⁠‍ the boy was‌‌⁠ in their city,​ spoke of Vlad⁠​ with a certain‍‍ pride.

The‍‌​ birth of a new star was​ always welcomed.

‘Looks‌‍ like Portly has‌ made a friend!’​​

Orsen​​ Kannor’s stomach growled,‍ even though he​‌ hadn’t eaten, as‌‌‍ he looked at‌ the lanky boy‍‍​ before him.

He​‌ had been concerned⁠⁠​ about Portly adapting‍‍‌ to life in‍‍ Bayezid’s mansion, but⁠ the sight of​ the boy in‌⁠ front of him​‌ made his worries​‌​ fade away.

He‍‍ looks so clean,‌‌⁠ trustworthy, and, above​ all, like he​ wants to be​‌ given a lot⁠⁠‍ of dry food.​‍‍

“Sit‍​ down,” he said,‌​ “for it’s been‌⁠ a long time‍‍ since I heard⁠ a Sword Master‌⁠ talk about discipline!”​​

Vlad‍‌‍ observed Orsen’s behavior,‍⁠​ trying to deduce‌ his disposition from⁠​ his alley habits.⁠‍

There​‍ was sincerity in‍ his gaze and⁠ behavior, and an‌‌ air of dignity⁠‍‍ in his broad​ smile.

He‌ had the air⁠‌ of a hospitable‌ man, and judging⁠ by his eagerness⁠⁠​ to attend to‍ guests, he seemed​​ quite outgoing.

In​ other words, he⁠ seemed like the‌⁠ right kind of⁠ person to do⁠​⁠ business with.

“I’m⁠‍⁠ very happy to‍⁠ own this house,​⁠ as today we‌​​ have very distinguished‍​⁠ guests!”

While‍⁠‍ Vlad listened to‍ Orsen’s words, he​ remembered that he⁠‍ wasn’t the only​‍​ guest here today.‌

“Do‌​ you have guests‍ from other places?‍

Vlad‌⁠​ was unfamiliar with‌ the norms of‍ noble or wealthy​‍ families, so he​‌ could only assume‌⁠​ that the owner‌ of this place‌‌ would know.

“Besides,⁠⁠​ everyone here is‌ from Bayezid, so‌​‍ that’s an advantage!”⁠‌​

“Bayezid?”‌⁠⁠

Vlad​⁠‍ scratched his head‌ upon hearing that⁠‌​ the other guests‍ were also from​‍‍ Bayezid.

It⁠ was then that‌‍ Vlad realized the‌‍ identity of the​ other guests and​​‌ followed Orsen to⁠ his seat.

“….”⁠

Their⁠​ strength.

Men​​ with a strong‌​ aura, too, with‌ a refined sense​‌ of momentum.

Vlad⁠ might have held‍‌ his head high‌‌ when he knew​‌ nothing about them,⁠ but now that‌⁠ he had glimpsed⁠ the world, the‍‌​ strength they exuded‌‌ was overwhelming.

And‍ then there was⁠‍​ the man sitting‌ in the midst​⁠ of them, looking‌ at him as​‍⁠ if he owned​ the place.

The‍ man with familiar‍⁠ dark hair smiled‍‌ at Vlad.

“Long‌‍⁠ time no see,⁠​​ how have you‍‌‍ been?”

The‍​ man resembled his​‍⁠ master, but instead‌​​ of dark tones‌‍‍ of sadness, he‍ wore a confident⁠ smile.

“I​‍ didn’t know I would be in‌​‌ a place like‍⁠ this, Lord Rutiger.”⁠

Rutiger‍‍‌ Bayezid, the eldest‌‌ son of House​⁠ Bayezid.

He​‍ was smiling at‌ Vlad.

“I‌⁠ don’t know if⁠ you’re allowed to​ eat with me​⁠‌ today, but these⁠⁠ are too good‌​‌ to pass up.”‍

Before⁠‌‌ Rutiger could finish‌‌ his sentence, the‍​ knights sitting beside‍ him began to‌‌ grow furious.

And‌​‌ rightly so.

The⁠‌ brat who had‌ rejected his lord’s​‌ favor was sitting⁠⁠‌ in front of‌ them.

“…..”​⁠

Rutiger‌‌ grimaced, pointing his​⁠ thumb at the​‍ whole roasted pig⁠‍‌ that kept turning⁠‍‌ endlessly behind him.‍​

Looking​​​ at him, Vlad⁠ thought.

So‌ why insist on‌⁠​ eating peanuts?

For⁠‍ a man with‍ such fierce momentum.​⁠

“…I’ll‍ be fine today.”​⁠​

But‌ Vlad didn’t lower‍⁠ his head, even​‍ though he shivered.‌

He‍ just looked ahead,​ decisively gripping the⁠​ fork in front‍‍ of him.

“I​⁠‍ was looking forward‌‍​ to it too.”​

“…Really?”‌

Rutiger‌‌⁠ smiled slyly as⁠ he saw the‍‍‌ boy staring at​⁠‌ him with fierce‍​⁠ blue eyes.

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