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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 54: When I find you (1)

Chapter 54: When I find you (1)

The⁠‍​ faint light of⁠‍ dawn illuminated the​‍​ boy.

The‍‌ Smile of Rose.​​

The​ magnificent rose garden‍​ created by the​ boy.

The‍⁠‍ boy, dyed in‍ bright red, advanced​‍‌ with heavy steps.​⁠​

Leaving‍ behind the numerous‍‌ roses he had‍‍ cultivated.

“·····.”​

Always‍⁠ at the end​‍⁠ of sweet pleasure,‌ there remains a feeling of emptiness.‍‍‍

Revenge​ is sweet, but⁠ after consuming it,​⁠⁠ only emptiness remains,⁠‍ and no one​‌ can avoid it.‌​​

The​⁠‌ soldiers of Soara​‌ watched the boy​⁠ exiting the blood-soaked‌ building with expressionless‍⁠ faces.

He‌​ had faced 50⁠‌ people and emerged‍‌ victorious.

The​​ soldiers, seeing the⁠​​ boy who had‌​ achieved feats they‌‍ wouldn’t dare approach,​​ showed both respect⁠ and fear.

Even‌⁠ Bordan, who had‍ descended to take‍ responsibility for all‌‍ this, couldn’t believe⁠ it.

The‍⁠ avenger, exercising his⁠ rightful claim, advanced‌‌ alone with reverence.⁠⁠

With⁠ only a dark‌‍​ sword to lean‌‌ on.

At‍ that moment.

“Vlad!⁠‌​ Vlad…!”

From‍​ behind the soldiers,‌‌ someone was desperately⁠‌‌ calling.

“Vlad!‍ Here! It’s Harven!”​

The​ boy, who had‍⁠ not fully emerged‌ from his own‍‌⁠ world, turned his‍‌ head upon hearing‍⁠‌ the voice he⁠ missed.

The⁠​‌ image reflected in​‍‌ the boy’s blue‍​ eyes.

A scruffy cane was‍ waving over the‌​ heads of the‌‍​ soldiers.

“…Harven.”‌‍‌

The‍ boy’s gaze, standing​​⁠ at the end‌‍‍ of the horizon,​⁠‍ gradually returned to‌‌⁠ reality.

Harven’s⁠ modest cane.

It‍‍ was something the⁠‌ boy had personally‌ carved for the⁠‌ limping Harven.

“Harven?”⁠‌

Vlad‌​ made a small‍‍ gesture with his‌ hand towards the⁠⁠‍ brown-haired man eagerly‍‌‍ searching for him.‍‌​

The‌‍ soldiers, seeing this,​‌‍ quickly made way‌​ for the brown-haired​‍‍ man behind them.​‍​

“Hey,⁠‌ you…”

The​‌‍ view cleared, and‍​​ the path opened.‌​⁠

Harven​‌ was speechless as‍‍ the path cleared⁠​‍ and the boy⁠ he was truly⁠‍ seeking was right⁠‍‍ in front of​ him.

The‍ sight of the‌⁠ boy, tinged with⁠⁠⁠ red and looking​ almost desperate, pierced​⁠ Harven’s heart more⁠​​ than the joy​‌ of seeing him‌‌ after so long.⁠‌

“Are‍ you okay?”

Harven⁠‌ hastily made his⁠​ way through the​‍ soldiers, limping.

Vlad‌‌⁠ sheathed the sword‍‌‍ he was leaning‌ on and embraced⁠‍‍ the approaching Harven.‌

He‍‌ released the tension‌​ holding the boy‌‌ tightly and let‍​‌ out the disappointment⁠​​ he had been‍​ holding while embracing⁠​‌ him sincerely.

“Ah…​ Harven. It really‍‌ hurts. It hurts‌‍ everywhere.”

“What‌⁠ happened? What happened‌‌ to you?”

Harven⁠​⁠ had no choice‍‍‍ but to set​‌ aside the cane‍ he was holding‌‌⁠ to receive the⁠ boy coming towards‍⁠⁠ him naturally.

Vlad,‌ leaning on the​‍ sword.

Harven,⁠​ leaning on the‍ modest cane.

Both‌‌ supported each other,‍‍ releasing the things​‌‌ they had leaned​‍⁠ on.

They​⁠ hugged each other​⁠⁠ while holding onto‍⁠ each other.

They​ stood in each​​​ other’s world, as⁠⁠ they had when‌​‍ they supported each‍​ other with a small blanket.

“···It⁠ seems you’ve finally⁠ returned.”

Vlad‍⁠⁠ closed his eyes​ while in Harven’s‍ arms.

***​​⁠

The​ moon in the‌ night sky set,⁠ and the sun‍‌ of Soara rose‍ in the morning.​‍

The⁠​​ back alleys of‌​​ the city, as‍ if yesterday’s chaos​​​ had never happened,‍‍ fell back into⁠ slumber.

And‍‌ now the boy,‍ who had to​‌ work during the‍‍‌ day and not​‌ at night, opened‌ his eyes as‍⁠ the gradually increasing⁠⁠⁠ sunbeams struck him.‌​​

‘…I⁠​​ can’t get used‌‌​ to it.’

He‌⁠‍ really wasn’t getting⁠ used to it.‍​

The​‍ place where the‍ boy opened his‌⁠‌ eyes was not‌‍ the back alley.​

Soara‍ was the boy’s⁠‌⁠ home, but the⁠‌ areas outside the‌​ back alleys remained​‌‍ as strange as⁠ ever.

“Oh.⁠‌​ Get up slowly,‍‍​ Captain.”

Goethe,⁠ who was watching‍‍‌ from beside where‌​​ the boy opened​ his eyes, quickly⁠​ offered him water.⁠‍​

“My‍⁠ muscles are sore.”‌​

“That’s⁠ right. It’s understandable.”‌⁠‌

Goethe,⁠​‍ who even prepared‌​ water to drink,‍‌ was smiling and‍​​ chatting as if​ he were a butler with a towel rolled on⁠‍ his arm.

“Why⁠ are you like⁠ this?”

“Why?​​‍ Because it’s always‌⁠ been like this.”⁠‌

Seeing​ Goethe’s uncomfortable behavior,​⁠ Vlad frowned.

“Calm⁠ down.”

“Understood.”⁠⁠

Seeing⁠‍ Goethe smile awkwardly,‌ Vlad thought.

He’s⁠ probably anxious.

The‌​ ties Vlad had​ left behind in​‌ Soara were beginning‍⁠ to appear one‍‌​ after another for‌ Goethe.

For‌ Goethe, those beings‌ might feel like‍ threats to his⁠ position.

“As‌​‌ long as you⁠ do your job‍‍ properly, I’ll take‍ good care of‍⁠​ you.”

“…”‍⁠

Listening​‌ to the boy’s⁠ words, who already​‍​ knew his intention,‌‍ Goethe simply nodded.⁠‌

Goethe‍​‌ had not yet⁠‌​ crossed the line​​ set by the⁠‌ boy.

To​⁠‌ enter the boundary‍ set by the‍ boy to survive,‍⁠‍ he would need‌ a little more​​ time.

“What‍‍⁠ time is it‌⁠ now?”

“It’s‍‍​ already lunchtime.”

Upon​‍ hearing Goethe’s words,‌‌⁠ Vlad stared at‌ the light coming​ in through the​⁠ window.

It‍ seemed true that​ he had slept⁠ and woken up‌​ as the sunlight‌ darkened.

“Lord‌‌ Bordan said he‍⁠ wanted to see‍⁠ you for a moment if you’re‌​‍ feeling well.”

“So‍‌​ I’d better go.”‍

Jack​⁠ One-Armed is dead.⁠⁠‌

He‍ also killed all‌‌‌ the man’s henchmen.‌

However,⁠ it wasn’t so⁠‌​ easy to erase‍ Jack’s shadow without‌ help.

For​‍ a long time,‍‍ he was a figure rooted in​ the back alleys​​ and also someone⁠‍ who dominated everything.⁠‌‍

“…Lord​⁠‌ Bordan must be‍‍​ busy.”

Vlad⁠​ knew well, as‍‌​ he had seen⁠ bosses of organizations‌ die or be‍ pushed aside while‌⁠ he was by‍​ their side.

He‍ was always most⁠ active when a new wave arose.‌

“Mmm…‌ I’ll have to‍‍ help.”

Vlad‌‍‍ got up from⁠⁠ the bed with‍ his heavy body.‍​

After‍⁠ all, there was‌ always an end‍⁠‍ to everything.

***⁠‌‌

“The‍‍ woman named Marcella‍ is safe. It​‍​ seems she has‌‌ been through a bit of trouble.”‍

“Thank‍‍ you.”

“You​ can go see​⁠ her later yourself.”⁠​

“Yes.”​⁠⁠

Although⁠⁠ Vlad let out‍‌ a sigh of⁠‌ relief upon hearing‌ that Marcella was‍‍ alright, his eyes‌⁠ widened as he​‍⁠ saw the treats‍‌ in front of‌ Bordan.

“Do‍ you want one?”‍‍‍

“…Did⁠⁠ you eat them​​ all by yourself?”‍​

Piles⁠ of sugar, desserts‌ leaving no trace⁠ behind. The sweets​​​ the hefty knight‌‍ had devoured lay⁠​‌ scattered on the​⁠ desk like the‍⁠‍ bodies of sweet‌⁠⁠ things.

“You’ll‍ die if you‌‌ keep eating like‍ that.”

“If⁠​ I don’t eat,‍⁠‍ I’ll die too.”⁠

Though​ Vlad replied, upon‌ seeing Bordan adding⁠​ sugar to his‌‍‍ coffee as he‌⁠ spoke, Vlad shut​‌​ his mouth.

“What‌ do you plan​ to do now?”‍​

“…Not​‌⁠ sure.”

Although​‍ Bordan’s personal office‌​​ seemed credible, to‌ Vlad, who knew‌‍ his true nature,‍⁠ it was only‌‌ superficially refreshing.

“Thanks​⁠ to you, things‍​‌ ended faster than​ expected. Though I’ll​​ be busy handling‍‍‌ the rest, officially​ you can consider‌⁠ your job done.”⁠‍⁠

“Let‍⁠ me help you.”​

Bordan​ stroked his thick‌‌⁠ chin and smiled.​‌‌

“I​⁠‌ would’ve been disappointed‌ if you hadn’t‍⁠ said that.”

“I‍ had planned on⁠ it from the‍ beginning.”

The⁠‍‍ old knight nodded‌​ and pulled out​⁠‌ a sheet of‌​​ paper from a drawer.

“This‌⁠ is for you.⁠‍‌ Take it with‌ you and carry‌​ out the tasks‍​ I’ve assigned you‌‌ properly.”

“What⁠ is this?”

The‌​‍ boy, who could‌⁠ read but wasn’t‌⁠ familiar with the​​ words, fumbled to⁠ decipher the writing⁠‍⁠ on the paper.‍

“Guard…Chief⁠‌​ Authority…Deputy.”

“Arrest‌ warrant…”

“Hmm.‍ An arrest warrant.”‍‌

“It’s​ also authorization to​​‌ use force as‍‌‍ necessary.”

After​‌ understanding what it‍ meant, the boy‍‍ nodded, and Bordan‌⁠ quickly wrote his⁠⁠ signature on the​​ paper.

But‍​​ the signature he‌‌‌ was writing wasn’t‌ his own, but‌‍ the name of‍ Soara’s mayor.

“There‌ are still remnants‌⁠​ of Jack’s lackeys‌⁠⁠ in Soara’s back​​​ alleys. Lord Joseph⁠ would like to‌​⁠ take this opportunity‍ to clean up‍‍‌ Soara’s alleys.”

It⁠⁠ was natural for​ voids to emerge​‌ once the giant‌ weeds had been‍‌​ uprooted.

Uprooting​‍ the weeds was⁠‍ already a great⁠‍ achievement, but it‌ would be an‍‍⁠ even greater achievement⁠ to fill them⁠ with something suitable.‍

Joseph⁠ was always thinking​‍‌ ahead.

“If‍⁠‌ that’s the case…”‍​

Vlad​‌​ stroked his chin‌ and nodded.

If‍​ that were the​⁠ case, letting the⁠ boy take charge​ would be the​‌ best option.

Vlad‌ was someone who‌​‌ knew the back‍ alleys situation better‍ than anyone.

“For‍‍‍ now, you’ll officially⁠‍ remain on standby‍ until Lord Joseph​ arrives. You just⁠ have to assist‍⁠‌ me with what‌⁠ I do from⁠⁠ time to time.”​

Bordan‍‍ pushed the treats⁠ aside and chuckled⁠⁠ lightly.

“Rest‍⁠​ a bit today⁠ and go see​⁠​ your old friends.⁠‍‌ You should also​​‌ release some tension.​ And visit your⁠ convent girlfriend.”

“…She’s​‌⁠ just a friend.”‌‍

Although‌‍​ he denied it​‍ with words, Vlad,‌ who had picked​‌⁠ up some treats​ in his hand,⁠ grimaced.

“Then⁠ rest today. I have a lot‌​⁠ of work to‌ do.”

“I’ll‌ help you.”

Vlad‌‌ wanted to go​⁠ to the convent‍ right away, but‌​ he couldn’t go‌ there freely just​‍​ because he wanted​ to. He was​ bound by established​⁠ dates and schedules.‍⁠

Although‌⁠ Goethe had requested⁠​⁠ a separate visit,​‌ he probably wouldn’t‍​ be able to‌‍⁠ see Zemina this‌ week.

“So,​‌‍ are there any​⁠ small lackeys of⁠⁠​ Jack unaided in‍‍ the jail right‌⁠ now? Interrogate them‌‌​ properly. Something like​⁠ Jack’s hidden property​⁠‌ or something.”

“…”⁠

The‌ small lackeys of‌⁠‍ Jack unaided.

Upon​​ hearing that sound,⁠ Vlad remembered the‌‌‌ moment he escaped‍ from Soara.

He⁠‌⁠ had always been‍​‌ a child who‌​​ wanted to live⁠​ proudly without regrets,⁠ but life inevitably‍ led him to‌⁠ depend on someone​‍⁠ else.

“That’s⁠ good.”

Said‍‍ Vlad as he⁠ rose from his⁠⁠⁠ seat, holding the‍‌⁠ paper Bordan had‌‌ given him.

“There’s‍⁠ also someone I need to find​​ there.”

In‌ the relationship of⁠‍ give and take​ that wasn’t easily‌ severed, this time‌‍ it was the⁠ boy’s turn to​‌ give.

***‍

In‌‍⁠ the underground prison‍‍⁠ located at the⁠​ headquarters of the‌‍‌ guard.

Jack’s‍‍ captured henchmen were​‌ crowded together in‌ a place where⁠⁠ barely any light‍ entered.

Despite‍⁠ the increasing heat‍​⁠ and the unpleasant​ bodily contact, those⁠⁠‌ who were there‍ simply remained silent,⁠ aware that there‌⁠ was no salvation‍​​ for them, as‌⁠ if they were​​ trash rolling through​⁠‌ the streets.

“To‍‌‍ enter here, you⁠ need permission…”.

“Here‍​ it is. I just received this.”‌

“It’s⁠‌⁠ been checked.”

Clang-‌‍‌

For‌‍​ a moment, the‌​‌ afternoon sun rays⁠‌ illuminated the dark‌‌ space, apart from​ the torches.

A striking color, inappropriate‍ for this dark​​ place, suddenly appeared.​

Some​⁠​ of the men⁠‌‍ locked behind the​⁠ bars began to‍‌ murmur upon seeing‍ the man who‌⁠ entered suddenly.

Some⁠‍ of those present‌ recognized the face⁠⁠ of the young‍‍⁠ man who was​ entering.

“…”​‌​

But‌ the men in​‍ the cell found⁠​‍ it difficult to⁠​ speak to the​​ boy walking outside​‍​ the cell.

The⁠ face was familiar,⁠​ but the aura‌​⁠ was not.

It‍ was hard to⁠ believe they had⁠‍ been alley companions.‍

“You⁠ were here.”

Ignoring⁠‌ the men who‍‍⁠ looked at him⁠ eagerly, the young‍​ man found the⁠‌ person he was‌‌ looking for behind‌ the bars and‍​​ smiled.

“It’s⁠⁠ hard to recognize⁠‍⁠ someone when it’s‌ so dark.”

The​‍⁠ men in the‌ cell turned their‌‍ heads to follow​‌​ Vlad’s gaze.

“…..”‌‌⁠

Upon⁠ hearing the boy’s‍​ voice, a dark-skinned⁠‌‌ man lifted his⁠​​ head slightly from​⁠‌ the darkness of‌ the cell.

The⁠ man stared at‍‍⁠ the boy in‍​ front of him⁠​ with a lost‌‌⁠ gaze.

In‌ all his years‍‍ in the dungeon,​​ no one had‌⁠ ever found him‌​‍ crouching.

“Otar.‍​ Give me 40‍ silver coins. Then⁠⁠⁠ I’ll set you‌​⁠ free from here.”⁠

The‌⁠‍ young man extended​‌​ his hand playfully​ towards the bars.‌‌

Otar⁠ simply looked at​‌ his hand in⁠ disbelief.

Not​ necessarily because his⁠‍​ skin color was​​ different from his.‌⁠‍

“I’ll‍​ also accept damages.”‍‍

The‍​ only light shining⁠ in the darkness‌ of the prison.⁠⁠

It⁠‍ was the boy⁠‍‌ who had not‍​ lost his blue‍‍‍ light among the⁠‌⁠ trash.

“…Thank⁠ you.”

Otar‌‌​ followed the light⁠‍​ and, for the‍ first time in​‌⁠ his life, grabbed‍⁠​ the hand someone​‌⁠ extended to him.⁠⁠

The‌ boy’s eyes facing​‍ him still shone‌‌ with intense blue.‍‍​

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