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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 44: Moonless night (1)

Chapter 44: Moonless night (1)

A convent in the‌‌‍ stillness of the​​‍ morning.

The​⁠ sunlight streamed through⁠​⁠ the window, illuminating​ the gray stone⁠‌⁠ floor of the⁠‌‍ refectory.

“There’s‌‍ a squire who‍​ made a name‌‌‌ for himself in​ House Bayezid.”

“I‌​ heard he was‍‌ able to use‌ Aura in Deirmar.”‌

Although‌​ the convent was⁠‍ made of gloomy‍‌‍ gray stone, the‌⁠‌ atmosphere wasn’t as⁠ heavy as it​‌‌ could have been⁠‌​ with the chattering‍‍ of young girls​​​ who had not​ yet become nuns.⁠

Moreover,⁠ the rumors circulating‌‌‍ at that time‍ in the convent​ were enough to⁠⁠ lighten the mood.‍

“But‍⁠ have you heard​ that the squire‍ is incredibly handsome?”‍‌

“Blond⁠ hair, blue eyes.‌ Maybe he’s from⁠ a noble family?”‍​‌

There​​‍ was a lot‌⁠ of talk about⁠‍‌ someone who sparked‌‍​ the rosy imagination‍‌​ of the young‍ girls.

“Blond?”‌⁠

The​ red-haired girl, crouching​‌ and brushing the​​​ floor, heard the​‌ nostalgic word from‍‌ the girls beside​ her.

“He‌⁠ must be a knight since he​⁠ managed to use‍ Aura at such⁠​ a young age.”‌

“Maybe​​​ someday he’ll be‌⁠⁠ a knight representing​‌ the North.”

“…He⁠‌‍ surely will be.”‌

Zemina‌​ strained to listen,⁠‍ just in case,⁠​ but at this⁠‍ point, she had‍⁠‌ lost interest in‍‍‍ the fanciful tale.‌⁠

Blond⁠⁠​ hair, blue eyes.​​⁠ And a boy⁠ dreaming of becoming⁠‍⁠ a knight.

There​ were indeed words‍ that sounded like‍⁠‌ Vlad, but the​⁠‍ combination of all⁠ of them made⁠ it much less⁠⁠‍ probable.

It​​ was impossible for‌⁠ the boy who​ had barely left‍ the alley to‌ be already so​‍​ accomplished.

I hope he’s still⁠ alive and well.⁠

Thud.⁠​⁠

Zemina‌⁠ smiled for a moment, thinking of‌⁠ the blond boy.‍

Something​‌ fell next to‍ the girl.

“Hey,⁠⁠‌ redhead.”

“…”​​

One​⁠ of the girls‍‍ who had been‌⁠⁠ chatting for a while approached Zemina⁠​‍ and dropped the​⁠​ brush she had⁠‍ in her hand.⁠‍‍

“Do‍ everything else, we’ve‍⁠‍ done enough for​‌⁠ you, haven’t we?”⁠

“Yeah,​‍​ sure, you don’t‌‍ even pay your‍⁠ share and eat​​ for free.”

“You‍‍ should be working​ your whole life‍ to pay us​⁠‌ back for what‌ we gave you‌ that day. You⁠⁠ should be thanking​⁠ us for giving‌​ you a chance.”​

The‍ girls laughed as‍​‌ if they had​ just punched her⁠​​ in the face.‌‌⁠

But​‌‍ Zemina didn’t react,‍⁠‍ she stayed silent‍⁠​ and did her‍‌ work.

“You’re​‌‍ right.”

The‌ girls were right.⁠‍

It‍ was true that‍ she had no‌ one to sponsor‌⁠‍ her so she‌‌‌ could live comfortably‍‍‌ here, and it​⁠‌ was true that⁠ she didn’t know​‍⁠ what would have‌ happened if the​⁠ convent hadn’t taken⁠‌ her in that‌ day.

At‌‍ least it wouldn’t⁠‌⁠ have been as​‍⁠ good as it‌ was.

“Well,⁠ anyway, you’re going‍‍ to be here⁠‌ for the rest⁠ of your life,‍ there’s nothing to⁠⁠‌ do, and no​‌​ one will take‍⁠‍ you out, so​ you better get⁠ used to things‍ here in advance,⁠​ right?”

“…”​​‍

She⁠‍​ was right, too.​​‍

Zemina‍ had nowhere to‍⁠​ go if she⁠‍ ever left here.‍⁠⁠

The​‍ boy wasn’t the‍‍ only one whose‌⁠ home had been​‍ destroyed.

The‍ girl who had​⁠ survived in the‍ alleys as well​‌ as anyone wasn’t⁠​ one to take‍‌‌ this kind of⁠‌ harassment and intimidation‍‍⁠ lightly, but she‍⁠​ decided to endure​ it for now.⁠

“Here‍​​ we go.”

“Do‍​ it before lunch!”‌​⁠

If‌ she acted as⁠ usual, they would​ kick her out​ of the convent.⁠‌

They‌‍‌ couldn’t stand up‍ to Madame Marcella,‌ who had sacrificed⁠‌‍ herself for them⁠‍‍ that night.

“I’m‌‍ glad you learned⁠⁠​ your lesson…”

Zemina,⁠‌​ who had also‍​ done her share⁠​ of household chores​‌⁠ in the storeroom,‌⁠ was alone squatting‌ in the dining‍‌⁠ room, scrubbing the​​‌ floor as if‍‍‌ she didn’t care.⁠

But​‌‌ no matter how​ much she scrubbed,​ she couldn’t erase‌‍‍ the memory of‍⁠‌ that day.

It‍‌​ was the image‍ of the woman‌‍‌ who had slipped​​ between the walls​‍⁠ of the convent​‌ and was dragged‍‌ by her hair⁠ into the darkness.⁠

She‍⁠⁠ shouldn’t have let​ her go like⁠​‌ that.

“Ah…”⁠‌⁠

Then​⁠‍ the girl pushed‍ the brush harder.‌‌⁠

She​ wanted to push⁠⁠ away the memories‌⁠ she couldn’t erase.​​

The⁠‍‌ girl gritted her‍​ teeth and swallowed‍‍ the tears in‌ her eyes.

The⁠‍⁠ girl’s unruly red​ hair clumsily trembled‌⁠⁠ over her shoulders.‍‍⁠

***​​

“Are‍ you sure you’ve⁠‍​ really used Aura?”​

“…”‍

It​​ was a cheerful‍ but not very‍ pleasant voice for⁠‌ the listener, especially‌‍‍ if one constantly‍​ beat themselves up‍ over it.

“Are⁠​‍ you tired?”

Vlad‍​ barely held on​​ to the swaying⁠​ of the mongoose.​

Beside‍​‍ him was a woman, riding a horse and talking‌‍‍ non-stop.

“Why‌​‌ can’t you ride⁠⁠ a horse if​⁠ you’ve used Aura?‍‌ Doesn’t that change​ things too much?”⁠​‍

“Well,‍ that’s just how​⁠ life works…”

Vlad⁠ turned his head​ to look at‌⁠‍ the woman talking​ to him.

Black‌‌ hair, black eyes,​‌‌ and black ears⁠​ that moved.

“What⁠​‌ are you looking⁠⁠ at?”

A pair of white‌‌​ fangs showed between‌⁠ her stretched lips.​

Too​⁠ sharp to be​ human fangs.

Vlad​ didn’t like those‍​ fangs.

Beside​​ him, Rutiger’s knights⁠‌‍ laughed heartily as‍‌ they listened to⁠ the banter.

Perhaps‌ he had been​ marked by them‍‍ after the peanut​⁠‌ incident.

“Let’s‍⁠‍ go.”

So⁠⁠‍ be patient.

It⁠‌​ wasn’t your intention,‍‌ but you brought‍​ it on yourself.​

The‍‌ boy had endured​ this teasing his‌‍ whole life.

“I’m​ here for a vacation that never​​⁠ happened.”

But‌‌⁠ he couldn’t help​‌⁠ but sigh inwardly.​

Now,‍‌‍ Vlad and Portly‌‍ were following Rutiger.‍

Vlad​ had said he​⁠‌ was on vacation,⁠ and Rutiger had⁠⁠​ suggested they go‌‌ hawking together.

“If​ you don’t come‍‌⁠ with me this⁠ time, I’ll send​‍⁠ two boxes of‌ peanuts to Joseph.”​⁠‍

‘…’⁠‌‌

It⁠ wasn’t even a threat, but Vlad​‍⁠ had no choice⁠ but to agree,‌ given his previous‌‍⁠ history.

He​​⁠ looked up to‍ see the head​⁠‍ of the Kannor​​‌ House, the man‌​ who had given‌‌‍ him so much​‌ meat, looking at⁠ him with eager‍ eyes.

For⁠‌ him, it was‍‍​ a golden opportunity‌ to forge ties‍ between Portly and‍‌‌ Rutiger.

“Are⁠‌‌ Sioux always so‌‌‌ talkative?”

“Is‌​ that racism?”

A normal person would⁠⁠⁠ have calmly told‌ her to be‍​‌ quiet, but she‍‍ wasn’t that kind⁠‌⁠ of person.

Next‌‌ to Fether, the‍‌ head of the‍⁠ Bayezid family, was​‍‍ Ragmus, the mage⁠‌ and advisor.

And‌​ beside Rutiger, there⁠ she was.

With‌ her black ears‌‍‌ perked up, she​‍ was a mage.‍‍⁠

“Don’t​ pay too much‍​‌ attention to her.‌ Dorothea, she’s just⁠ messing around.”

“Every‌​ time she looks‌‌‌ at me, she​‌‌ gives me that‍⁠ chewed-up shit look.”‌

“They​ all do when⁠⁠‌ you intimidate them​‌‍ like that.”

The‌‍⁠ way Rutiger responded‍‌​ to her, she⁠⁠⁠ with a flick‌⁠ of her black⁠‌ tail, was exactly‍⁠‌ the opposite of​ how Vlad treated‌‌ her. From Vlad’s‌‌ perspective, it was‍ far from flattering.‌‍

“Cat‍‌ bitch.”

Vlad‌​⁠ could only furrow​‍‌ his brow at​ the cat, acting‌‌​ and looking exactly‍⁠ like the cat⁠‌ he hated.

“That‌‍​ should be enough.”‍

“I​⁠ think we can‌ see everything around‌⁠​ us.”

“Sure,‌ we can.”

Having​​​ apparently reached their‍‍ destination, Rutiger looked‍ around, surveying his⁠‍ surroundings.

“…?”​​​

Vlad‍​‌ looked around.

He​ hadn’t even taken‌ the hawk out‍⁠ of its cage.‌​​

“There‌‍‌ it is.”

“I‍ see.”

Rutiger‍​‌ and his knights,​ who had been‍ probing as if‌⁠​ searching for something,⁠‌⁠ finally found what‌​​ they were looking‌⁠‌ for, and he‌⁠ raised his finger‍‌ and pointed.

“Hmm.”‍

Vlad‌ casually looked in⁠​ the direction they⁠ were pointing.

There​‌ were people walking‌​ across the meadow,‍ albeit in the‌ distance.

People⁠ dressed entirely in‍​​ white, from head‍⁠‌ to toe.

They⁠ were pilgrims.

“You’re‍​ lucky to see‌‌​ a group of​‌‌ pilgrims.”

“Yes,‍⁠ this must be‌ destiny too.”

“I​‌ think they’re around‌ here…”

While‍​⁠ listening to the​ chatter between Rutiger‌ and the knights,‍‌‌ Vlad realized that​‌‌ this hawking outing‍​ had another purpose.‍

“Raise‌​‍ the banner,” he⁠ says, “show them‍ our intentions and‍​​ make them feel‌​⁠ safe.”

“Understood,​‌ Lord Rutiger.”

As​​ soon as Rutiger⁠‍​ made the gesture,⁠‌‌ as if they​‌ had been waiting​ for it, one​ of the knights‌‍⁠ beside him pulled‍⁠​ out a flag‍ and hung it​‌ from the hawk’s‍⁠ perch.

It‌ seemed as natural‌⁠‍ as if the​ mast had been‌‌ brought for that​‌⁠ purpose.

“Let’s‍⁠ take our time⁠ and find our⁠ prey.”

Even​​⁠ though they were‌‌ talking about hunting,‌ no one here⁠‌‍ was prepared for‌ it. They simply⁠ walked along the‍‌‌ dark ridge as‌‌ if protecting the​‌‌ pilgrims below.

The⁠ pilgrims below must⁠⁠​ have seen Rutiger’s‌ banner and started‌⁠⁠ moving too, with‌⁠ one of their‌​ own hanging from‌‌ a post. A glyph hung high​​‌ on a post.⁠‌⁠ It was the​⁠ same emblem as⁠ Vlad’s identification card.​

When‍ the group began⁠⁠⁠ to move slowly,‍ Vlad quickly jumped⁠ off the post‍‌ and moved away‌ from Dorothea’s immediate⁠‌ vicinity. If you⁠ can’t fight against​ him, it’s better‍‌ to avoid him.⁠‍

“Ugh.⁠⁠‌ I’m dizzy.”

“Are​‌⁠ you okay, Vlad?”⁠

His⁠‌ heart was pounding‍‌⁠ in his chest,​ probably because he‍⁠⁠ had traveled in‌ a swaying dalguzi​‍ that wasn’t even‍‍‌ a carriage.

“Do‍‍ you think you’re⁠‌⁠ going to vomit?”‌

“Honestly,​⁠ no.”

Vlad,‍⁠ who still didn’t⁠⁠​ feel well, did‍ what the voice‍ told him, ripped‍ a blade of​‍ grass nearby, and​ put it in⁠ his mouth.

[Remember⁠ this herb; it‌‍ has a mild‌​ stimulating effect.]

I wonder what he’s‍‍ been up to.‍⁠ Every time he‌ heard the voice,‍‍‌ Vlad was amazed.​‌‍ The man’s knowledge‍⁠‌ and insight surpassed​ even Joseph or​⁠ Jager.

Even‌‌‌ more than the‍‍‌ most educated nobles‌​ and experienced knights.⁠

‘We’ll⁠​⁠ find out someday.’​

Deciding‍ that the identity‍ of the voice‍​ was a matter‍‌ to be resolved⁠‌​ over time, Vlad‍ chewed the bitter‌​ herb and looked‌‌ out over the‍‌ open meadow stretching​ out before him.⁠​⁠

Things‍‍ might not be‍‌⁠ going well, but‍⁠​ at least he​ liked the scenery.​‍​ An extensive meadow‌ that reached the‌ horizon. Vlad took‌ a deep breath,​‌ feeling refreshed just​ by looking at‌ the landscape.

“Eh?”​⁠

Suddenly,⁠​‌ while looking into‌ the distance, a group of figures‍​ appeared, moving fast.‍

They⁠​ moved very quickly.‍‍

Galloping.​‍⁠

“A‍‌ herd of wild​ horses.”

Rutiger‌ had also seen‍​ them and frowned,​ his eyes fixed‍‌ on the herd​‍‍ of wild horses​ galloping toward them.‍​‍

It‌ was a spectacular​‌​ sight, but not‌‍⁠ very pleasant for​​ Rutiger.

There’s‌​ nothing like a surprise when you’re​ escorting something.

“But‍ why are they⁠‍ traveling south?”

“…Yes,⁠ a herd of‌ wild horses at⁠‍ this time of⁠ year would head​‌ north instead.”

The​ man was right.⁠​​ At this time​⁠ of year, when‌⁠ it’s warmer and⁠ the grass is​​⁠ fuller, prairie animals​ would head north,​ not south.

The‍⁠ young shoots that​⁠ had just popped‌‍ up would be‌⁠ there. But the‍⁠‍ herd of wild⁠⁠ horses was coming‌‍⁠ from the south,​ not the north,‍ where the party⁠ and the pilgrims​​ were.

And‍‌ galloping, too.

Galloping.‍

Vlad’s⁠​‌ heart pounded as​ the herd of‍‌⁠ wild horses came​ closer and closer.​⁠⁠

“Hmmm…”⁠

Vlad‌‍ thought it sounded‌‌‍ like a sensation​‍ he had felt‍ before and stood‌‍‍ on the hill⁠​​ like Rutiger, watching​ the herd of⁠‍‍ wild horses run.‌

They​‌ were so full​‍ of life.

The‍ sight of wild‍‌ horses galloping through‌ the meadows, their​‍ muscles burning, was⁠​ something that inspired‍​‌ admiration in those‌ who saw it.​⁠‍

“…”​

Here‍⁠ and now, there⁠ wasn’t a single‌ person admiring the⁠ wild horses. They​ only watched them‍⁠ with concern to‌‍‍ see where they​⁠ were going.

“They’re⁠ getting closer and‌ closer to where⁠⁠ the pilgrims are.”‌​

“Their‌‌‌ movements are strangely⁠‌⁠ urgent. It’s as‍⁠ if they’re being‍‌‌ chased by something…”​⁠

Galloping‌⁠‌ – Galloping – Galloping

Vlad‍⁠ pressed his chest‍⁠ to calm his⁠​⁠ tumultuous heart.

“…?”‍‍

Their‌‌ gazes met.

Although‍⁠‌ he was so‌ far away that‌⁠‌ he couldn’t even‌⁠‌ distinguish the shape,⁠‌ Vlad felt as​ if he were‌⁠ eye to eye‍ with the leader​‌⁠ of the herd,​ the one running‌ in front.

All‌‍​ black.

It⁠‍ was impossible that‍​‌ their gazes had‌ met, but they‍​ had surely exchanged‍ glances.

“…..”‌⁠

He​⁠ couldn’t explain it,​ but Vlad felt‌ as if it‌​⁠ were talking to​‌ him. He felt‍⁠​ that way.

“Lord‌⁠ Rutiger!”

One⁠ of the knights,‍ feeling that something‌ was wrong with​‍ the wild horses,‍⁠ hurried to the‍ ground and searched‌⁠ for Rutiger.

“What’s‍​⁠ happening?”

“The‍‌ ground is shaking!”‍​‍

Galloping‍

The‍ boy who met‌⁠ his gaze could‍ tell.

that‍‌​ the wild horses‌ were scared.

Neighing.‍‌

The​‌⁠ knight’s scream is‍‍​ horrible to the‌​​ end, and the‌ earth trembles like‍⁠ an earthquake.

In⁠ front of me,‍​ a group of​ pilgrims, startled by⁠‍ the vibration, step​ back.

Kaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.‍​

A huge roar echoed​ in the middle‌ of the meadow⁠‌‌ with the earthquake.‍

The‌‍‌ ground cracks.

From⁠‌ it emerged a huge thing with‍‌‌ its mouth open.‍

Hiiiiing-.​

The‍ jet-black that had‌ been running at‍‌ the forefront of​ reality, only to⁠‌ be slowly caught‍⁠ up, let out⁠ a pitiful cry.​

“Deathworms!”‌

Wild​ horses being torn‍‌ apart by fierce‍‍ teeth.

The​ poor ones’ blood⁠ fell like rain.⁠

“…!”​​​

The​⁠ boy’s heart pounded‌​ relentlessly, but it​​​ wasn’t hot blood​ coursing through his⁠ body but a chilling sensation.

The​ herd of wild‌ horses was fleeing.‌

They‌‌ were asking for‍‍ help.

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