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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 55: When I find you (2)

Chapter 55: When I find you (2)

In​‌​ a monastery on​ a cold winter‌⁠⁠ afternoon.

The‌⁠​ red-haired girl, who‌ had arrived here‌‌ with the help​​‌ of the old‍ blacksmith, found desolate‌⁠ figures in front‍‌⁠ of her.

“Sister⁠ Superior, please open‍​ up!”

A woman bangs on⁠ the monastery door,‍‍⁠ as firmly closed‍⁠​ as on a cold winter afternoon.⁠‌​

“I’m​⁠ Marcella! Please, open‌​‌ the door!”

Marcella’s‌‍⁠ voice trembled as‌⁠​ much as her⁠‍ unkempt black hair.​‍

And⁠​⁠ behind her, girls‌‌‌ trembling with cold​ and fear.

They‍ were young girls,⁠ like Zemina, who‍‍⁠ were about to​⁠‍ debut as prostitutes.⁠‍

“······Marcella?”​​

The‌‌‌ door, which seemed⁠⁠‌ firmly closed, opened.​‌​

And‌​‌ the old nun,⁠⁠‌ upon receiving an‍⁠‌ untimely visitor in‌‍ the middle of​ the night, looked⁠​ at her with‍​ uncomfortable eyes.

“What​‌‍ business brings you‍‌​ here at this‌​ hour?”

“Sister‍ Superior!”

As‍‌ if she had‌‌ found light in‍ the darkness, Marcella‌‌‌ clung to the‍​ old nun.

“Please,‍‍ take care of⁠​ these children. They⁠ are unfortunate children.”‍​

“What‍‍ is going on​ here?”

The‌‌⁠ Sister Superior frowned​‍​ upon seeing Marcella,‍ who not only‍​ arrived suddenly but​​‌ also asked them‌​‍ to take care​‍ of the children.​‌

It⁠ was more than​ a breach of‍‍ etiquette; it was​‍ an excessive action.⁠⁠

“What‌​ are you doing‌ here? Leave!”

Something‍‌‍ must have happened⁠⁠ in the alley.‌

Otherwise,‍⁠⁠ the woman who​‍​ always smiled effortlessly‍‍​ wouldn’t be shouting​ so urgently.

“Mother‍ Superior, please!”

“This​‍​ is not a place for just‌⁠‌ anyone to enter!”​

The⁠‌‌ Mother Superior looked‍​ at the children​‌⁠ behind Marcela and‍‍‌ showed her disgust.⁠​

They​⁠⁠ had been brought‌‍ by a prostitute,⁠ so they must⁠‌ be girls who⁠ worked in dirty⁠‌⁠ places.

This⁠​​ is one of⁠⁠‌ the places closest‍ to God.

It‌​⁠ cannot contain such‌​‌ dirty children.

“It’s‍​⁠ not like that!”‌

A desperate thigh was‌⁠ wedged between the‍⁠‌ quickly closing door.​‌

“These‍ children are virgins.⁠⁠ They are the‌ children observed by​‌‌ the Bishop.”

“······.”‍​

Virgin‍​ prostitutes.

A contradictory existence created​ by Bishop Soara,⁠‍⁠ who abhorred impure‌​​ acts.

The‌ Mother Superior was⁠ also familiar with‍ those children.

“Nevertheless,‌‍⁠ we cannot simply‌‍ accept them all‍ of a sudden…”​‍

“Why‌‍ not?! I’ve donated⁠‍⁠ so much money​ here all this⁠‍ time!”

On‌​‌ an ambitious night,​‌​ a threatening voice‌ echoed in front‍ of the quiet​​‌ monastery.

Until⁠ recently, it was‍⁠⁠ a pathetic sight,​ but upon seeing⁠‍ Marcella suddenly change,‌‌‍ the Mother Superior⁠ was taken aback.⁠

“Just‌ with that money,​‌ they could feed‍​ the children here‌⁠ for ten years!‍⁠ Is what I’m​ asking for so​‌ difficult?”

Like⁠‍ a lion protecting‍⁠ her cubs, Marcella‌ stared intently at⁠‍⁠ the Mother Superior.⁠​⁠

Overwhelmed​‌ by Marcella’s desperation‍‌‌ and determination, the​​‌ Mother Superior retreated‌⁠ before her urgent‌​ and resolute demand.‌

“Move‍ aside!”

With‌⁠‌ a desperate and⁠ firm shout, Marcella​⁠‌ flung open the​⁠⁠ monastery door and​ addressed the girls⁠‍‌ behind her.

“Come⁠‌ in!”

“Ma’am.”⁠

“But‌‌​ why?”

“Stop⁠ worrying.”

Marcella⁠⁠ grabbed the shoulders​‍‌ of the girls​ who sobbed and‍ hesitated, and pushed⁠​‌ them inside the​ monastery.

“We‍ can replace the‍ lost wages with‍ this.”

One‌‍⁠ by one.

Through​⁠ the touch of⁠ a prostitute, the‌‍ girls entered into‍‌‍ the embrace of‍‍ God.

“Marcella…”‍‍​

“It’s⁠ okay. You did⁠ well.”

Marcella‌ smiled as she‌⁠‌ cupped Zemina’s frozen‌​‌ face with both‍⁠⁠ hands in the‌ cold wind.

“We⁠ were destined for​ this. Men always⁠ leave things half‌⁠ done, you know?”⁠‍​

Even​‌‍ Zemina, who hesitated,‌ was brought into​⁠‍ the monastery by‌ Marcella, who stood‍ firm like a lion protecting her​⁠ cubs.

“You⁠‍ cannot enter.”

Although‌​​ God’s embrace was‌‌ wide, qualification was‍‌⁠ needed to reach‌‍ there.

Marcella,‌‍‌ a greedy woman,​⁠​ was not a woman entitled to‌‌ enter into God’s⁠​‍ embrace.

“…Anyway,⁠‌‌ I wasn’t expecting‍​‌ to enter.”

Faced‌‍ with rules set​‌ by humans and‌​⁠ not by God,⁠‍‍ Marcella halted.

However,​​ after ensuring the⁠⁠ children were safe⁠ in His embrace,​‍‌ Marcella took responsibility​ until the end.​⁠

“I’ll‍ leave it to⁠‍ you. You’ll all⁠‌⁠ be fine.”

“…”‍​

A woman left alone‍​ in the darkness‌‌‍ with no other⁠ choice.

Someone’s‍ greedy hand reached⁠‌ even here.

And​ so, Marcella was‌‌ dragged through the‌ slowly closing door‍​‍ crack.

With⁠​‌ her hair grasped.‍

“Marcella…!”‌

That‍‍​ was the last⁠⁠ Zemina saw of⁠​ the outside world.‌‌​

***⁠

“Today​‌​ we are going​​ to pray here⁠‌ with my children.”⁠

“The‌ chapel is spacious⁠ and beautiful.”

Following​​‍ the guidance of​⁠ the Mother Superior,⁠‍ Vlad continued to‍ look around as​​‍ he walked through⁠‍‌ the convent.

He⁠ knew it was⁠⁠⁠ rude, but he​‌⁠ couldn’t help but​ wonder if he⁠ would find the‍‌ familiar redhead girl‍⁠⁠ among the passing‍ novices.

“And⁠ there are people⁠⁠⁠ waiting to pray⁠ with you, including‌‍​ the knights. Would‌ you like to​​⁠ pray with them?​‍ Grace multiplies when‌ shared.”

But​​ the girl he‍​‍ was looking for‍ didn’t appear, and‍⁠ there were only‌⁠ uncomfortable guests waiting​​ for Vlad.

“Ah,​ so that’s how​⁠​ it is.”

It‍​ made sense, considering‌ they had been‍‌‍ postponing the visit‍‍⁠ to the convent‍ until now.

Although‌​​ Vlad remained just‍​‌ a weak figure‌ in the world‌ of nobles and‍⁠⁠ knights, for those‍‌⁠ looking from below,‌⁠‌ he was a presence attractive enough.‌​‍

Perhaps​‌ they had pressured‌‍‌ the Mother Superior⁠⁠‌ to establish a connection with Bayezid.‌‍

“So⁠ please, lead the‍⁠‌ way. It’s an‌‍ honor.”

“We​ appreciate your consideration.”‍⁠⁠

Although‍ he didn’t like⁠‍ the idea of⁠ being used, Vlad‍‍‍ had no choice⁠‌‍ but to follow​ the Mother Superior.‍

“Damn‌ bastard.”

Vlad‌‌ thought of Goethe⁠⁠ and sighed.

He​ had insisted that⁠ he had requested⁠‍‌ a visit, but‍ he had never⁠‌​ mentioned planning to​⁠‍ see Zemina.

“In​ the end, it​‍ seems like I have to do‍​‌ everything myself.”

As⁠⁠ a result, Vlad​ had to make​‍ sure to leave⁠​ a good impression‍​ on the Mother‌ Superior.

When​​​ it comes to⁠‌‍ asking for something‍​‍ unexpected, it’s important‍‍ to show a positive attitude.

“······.”‌‍‌

While‍‍​ listening to the‌‍ story of the‍⁠ convent from the​ Mother Superior, Vlad‍ absentmindedly touched the⁠⁠‍ sword he wore‍‌ at his waist.‌‍

Enduring‍ a bit of‍‍‌ annoyance like this‍​⁠ was a small⁠ price to pay⁠‌⁠ for the girl​‌⁠ who had gifted‌⁠ him the sword.‌‍‍

The‍‍ sword that had‌‌​ accompanied him all​‌‌ this time had⁠ been bought by‌ her with her‍‍ tears.

***‍

An‍ unusually busy morning​⁠ at the convent.​‌​

Zemina⁠‍‍ silently immersed her⁠ hands in the‍‌ dishwater as she‍ observed the scene,⁠​‍ which was not‌​ the same as​​⁠ usual but still‍‍‍ felt familiar to​​‌ her.

“Looks​ like someone’s coming‌‌‍ today.”

There⁠ were days like​‌ this sometimes.

They​ prayed with people⁠ from the outside‍ world.

“Oh‍ my God, he’s‌‌ so handsome!”

“Blond‍ hair and blue​​ eyes, he looks‍ like an aristocrat!”​‌⁠

The⁠‍ solitary nature of​‌ the convent made‍‍ the rumors about​‍ the man visiting‌​‌ today fuel the‌ girls’ imaginations.

“······.”‌

But​‌ they were completely⁠​ irrelevant to Zemina.⁠⁠‍

Having⁠​ grown up in‍⁠ the alleys, she‍​‌ knew the harsh⁠ reality better than​‌ anyone.

She​​‌ didn’t want to​‍​ waste time with​‍ the fairy tales‍⁠‍ that girls dream⁠ about.

“Why⁠⁠ are you still​ whispering, everyone get‌‍‌ ready to go⁠​​ to the chapel!”⁠​

The⁠​ apprentices quickly finished‌ washing the dishes⁠‍⁠ as the Mother‍ Superior entered the⁠​​ kitchen.

But⁠ where Zemina was,​​‍ the dishes remained​​⁠ piled up.

No​⁠ one had helped⁠ her, and she​⁠ had even been‌​ overlooked.

“······.”​​

The‌‌⁠ exclamation of the​ Mother Superior caught⁠⁠​ the attention of⁠ Marcella’s children, who‍ had come with​‍ Zemina.

But‌ while Zemina gritted‌⁠‍ her teeth, they‍⁠⁠ did their best​⁠​ to survive in‍⁠ a strange place.⁠‍

Even⁠⁠ if it meant‍​‍ ignoring Zemina.

“Finish⁠‌⁠ that.”

“Yes…”‌​

Zemina‍​‍ stood alone in‌⁠​ front of the‌‍ dishwasher while everyone⁠ else left, following‍​​ the Mother Superior’s⁠‍​ instructions.

The⁠‍⁠ kitchen was deserted,⁠ the only sound​​⁠ being the drip​⁠‍ of water.

In⁠⁠‌ this place, Zemina⁠ was terribly alone.​

“…Now⁠‍ there’s no one‌⁠‍ to complain about⁠‍‌ my eczema.”

In⁠ the silent kitchen,⁠ with no one‍‌‌ else around, the‍ girl silently remembered‍ someone.

The‌‍ only thing that​ helped her get⁠ through the day​​‍ was the image‍‍‌ of Marcella, who⁠‌ had sacrificed herself‍‌ for them, and‌​⁠ the promise the‌‌⁠ boy had made⁠‍ to her before​‍ he left.

***⁠

A chapel where everyone‌ is gathered except​​​ one.

It’s‍​‌ a sunny afternoon,​ and the girls⁠‌ whisper their excitement.‌

The⁠⁠‍ rumored knight. Who​ caught Bayezid’s attention.‌‍‍

Here⁠ would come a man who had‌‍⁠ everything a girl​‌ at her best⁠ could be interested‌‍ in.

“Today‍​‍ we have a special guest. He​‍ comes from Bayezid’s‌‍ House and is⁠ endorsed by Priest‌‌‌ Andreas.”

The⁠‌ girls murmured the⁠‌‌ name the Mother​⁠ Superior had mentioned.​‌

No​⁠⁠ one in the‍⁠ North, let alone​​⁠ in Count Bayezid’s​​‌ territory, would be‍⁠⁠ unaware of Andreas’s⁠ name.

No‌ matter how much‍ he had worked,‍ his squire status‍‍‌ alone could not‌‍‍ have brought him‌⁠ here.

The‌ girls nodded to​ each other, agreeing⁠​ that there was​‍‌ indeed a reason.‌

The​ man arriving now⁠ had a great​ presence behind him.⁠⁠‌

“Let’s‍​‌ pray.”

Everyone‌‍⁠ present bowed their​⁠ heads as Mother‌ Superior led the⁠ way.

Seeing​ the blond man‌‍‌ praying so naturally,‍ the girls once⁠‍ again let out​‍⁠ a silent cheer.​‌

Because‌‌ the posture of‍‍‍ prayer was so‍ natural that one⁠​ could discern his⁠ devotion just by‌ watching.

At‌⁠ least, it seemed​‌⁠ he wasn’t someone​⁠ uneducated just seeking‍‍ luxury, which made‌⁠ the girls’ hearts⁠‌⁠ beat faster.

“Hurry​‍ up and come‌ in!”

“I’m‍​ sorry.”

Finally⁠‍ finishing the remaining​⁠ scrubbing, Zemina hurried​‍ to take a place in the‍ corner, under the‍⁠ nuns’ gaze.

“Phew.”‍‍‌

Luckily,​‌ she wasn’t too⁠ late.

Zemina‍ breathed a sigh‌ of relief, knowing‍⁠ that being late⁠⁠​ or absent for⁠ something like this‍ would have meant‌​‍ a harsh reprimand.‍‍‍

But​ the girl didn’t​ know that the‌‍ blond man pretending​‌‍ to pray from‍ above was still‌​‌ looking for her.​⁠​

And​ that he had‌ also noticed the​⁠‍ red-haired girl, who‍‌ arrived later than‌​ anyone else.

After‌‌ the prayer.

After​‍‌ the courteous greetings​ and laughter.

When‌‍ all that was‌‌‍ left was networking‌ with those pretending⁠ to lunch.

“Huh?”‌

After​‌ finishing the prayer,⁠‍⁠ Zemina finally lifted‍​ her head and‍‌‍ seemed to meet⁠ the gaze of‍‍ the blond man‌ standing in front‍‍‌ of the altar.‌‍

“…?”⁠⁠‍

And‌‍​ from the moment​‌ she felt their‍ gazes meet, Zemina‍‍ couldn’t look away⁠ from him.

Though⁠⁠ his naturally shiny​ hair naturally caught⁠⁠​ people’s attention, Zemina‍​ wasn’t looking at⁠​ him for that.⁠⁠‌

It⁠⁠⁠ was because he‌⁠‌ resembled someone she‌⁠‌ knew.

“…..”‍⁠

When‍ Mother Superior and​‌⁠ the guest she⁠ had brought joined‌⁠ the procession to‍‍​ step down from⁠⁠ the altar, Vlad,​ who had noticed​ something, began to​⁠​ frown.

“Is‌‍‍ there a problem?”​​

Asked⁠ Mother Superior with‍⁠⁠ a smile as‍‍ Vlad clicked his​⁠‌ tongue, showing his⁠​‍ discomfort.

“…They’re‍ too thin. Are‍​‍ they feeding the‍ children here properly?”‌​‍

“What?”​​‌

In‌‍ the face of‌⁠ a tone that⁠⁠⁠ sounded almost reproachful,​ Mother Superior was‌ momentarily taken aback.⁠

“Huh?”​​⁠

“No…”‌

Vlad‌‍‍ had barely finished‍ saying that when‍⁠​ he got up​ and quickly walked​​ to the altar.‍​

Different​ from before, he⁠⁠ showed a rude​ attitude, which left‌ both the guests⁠​⁠ and the present​‍ girls perplexed.

Zemina​ was confused too.⁠⁠​

Although​ the feeling of‌⁠ confusion was a bit different.

“What…what?”​⁠‍

The​‌ figure of the‍ blond man slowly​ approaching.

As‍‌‌ her vision cleared,‍ Zemina felt increasingly⁠⁠​ puzzled by the⁠ feeling that someone​‌​ she knew was‌​ approaching.

It​‍ was someone who‌‍‍ shouldn’t be here.‍⁠

“…”‌‍‍

Vlad‍ stood in front​‍ of her, frowning.‍

Though‍ all eyes were‍‍ on him, the‍ boy didn’t seem⁠ to mind.

No‌​​ matter who saw‍‌⁠ him.

He‌‍​ had come here‌ alone for this⁠ moment alone.

“Hey.”‍‌⁠

Even‌ when Vlad called‌ her brusquely, Zemina‌ just blinked her​‌ eyes, not moving‍ at all.

She‌ stood there, as⁠⁠⁠ if she couldn’t‍​ accept what was​​​ happening.

“I’m⁠​​ Vlad.”

The⁠ words echoed in​ her head over⁠‌ and over, but‌​​ her heart refused​ to accept them.‌⁠

“Vlad?”​

Zemina‌‍‍ stared at the‌‌‌ man who was⁠‌ Vlad but didn’t⁠ look like him.⁠‍⁠

His‍​‌ shiny dark cloak,‍‍ silver-gray leather armor⁠ that looked expensive.⁠​

And‍⁠⁠ his shiny blond​‌​ hair and round​‍ face were clearly​​⁠ different from the​ extremely thin boy‌ she knew.

“I⁠‍​ can’t believe it.”‌‌​

However,​⁠​ there was a fundamental reason why​‌ Zemina didn’t recognize‌ Vlad.

The‌ Vlad in Zemina’s⁠ mind was a boy, but the⁠ Vlad in front​‍⁠ of her now‍ was a man.‍‌

His⁠ shoulders were broader,‍ and his height‍ taller.

And​ the blue eyes‍‍ looking down at⁠ her…

“Is​‍​ there not enough⁠​ food or proper​ washing for the‌‍ children here?”

“Huh?”​

Zemina​ was surprised to‌ see the boy⁠ who had suddenly​ disappeared in front​⁠ of her.

“…Damn.”‌

Vlad‌​ made a noise‍‌ that didn’t make⁠‌​ it clear if​​ he was angry‍​ or annoyed, and‌ kneeling down, he​‍ began to clean‍‍‌ the dirt that‍‌‌ was on Zemina’s‌⁠​ front.

They​‌ were the dirt⁠⁠⁠ stains that Zemina‍‍ hadn’t cleaned yet.⁠‍

“…What’s​ going on?”

“Did‌⁠​ you know each‍‍ other?”

Everyone⁠ present was dumbfounded⁠ to see the⁠⁠⁠ promising knight Bayezid⁠​ had set his‌⁠​ eye on kneeling‌ before a somewhat⁠​‍ unattractive girl.

Especially‌‍‍ the girls who​‍ had been harassing​‌⁠ Zemina for a long time were‌​ so surprised that‍ they almost lost‍‌‍ their breath.

“What’s‍ this, it’s like⁠​‍ you’re in the‍ streets? Aren’t you​‌‌ going to answer⁠‌ me?”

“…Yes!”⁠​​

Only​‌‍ after feeling the‌‍‍ warm touch of⁠⁠ the boy, Zemina​‌ could realize who⁠ was in front​‍⁠ of her.

“Ugh!​⁠ Sob!”

Seeing‍ the girl with⁠ big tears in​‌ her eyes, Vlad‍ slightly furrowed his⁠ brow.

“…Let’s​‌‌ go out today.”‌​

Zemina‍ stroked the head‍ of Vlad, who‌ was kneeling in‍ front of her.‌⁠

It‍⁠ wasn’t a conscious‍‌ action, but it⁠‌ seemed necessary.

Because‌​ she had to​ feel it.

The‌​​ feeling on her‌ fingertips.

Though​⁠‍ a bit shinier,‍ it was the‌‌ same feeling as‍​⁠ the boy from‌⁠⁠ back then.

“Let’s‌ go home.”

“…!”‌

Though​‌ she tried to‍​ bear it, Vlad’s​ last words hit‍​​ her chest hard.‍​

“Hu-hu-!”‍​⁠

In​​ front of everyone.‍‍

The‌ red-haired girl couldn’t​‍​ help but burst‌⁠ into tears continuously‌⁠‌ even though she​‍ tried to stop‍ herself.

Let’s‍‍‌ go home.

For​​ the girl who⁠ had no home,​ those were words‌⁠ she had never⁠ heard before.

Without⁠​ a home, parents,‌‌ or anything to​‍ eat, street kids‌​ were each other’s‌‌⁠ home and parents.⁠​

The‍ girl broke into‌ tears as she​ remembered that winter⁠ day when they⁠ wrapped each other​ in a single‍⁠ blanket.

In‌‍ the silent sanctuary,‌ only the girl’s⁠ sobs echoed.

But…‍

No⁠ matter how loud‍​⁠ the sound was.⁠‌

Today,​​‌ even God would‍ have to hear‍​ the girl’s cry.​​⁠

Because​ the girl was​⁠​ more grateful to‍⁠ God than any‌⁠⁠ other priest in⁠​​ this world.

The​​​ boy who had​ once been discarded‍‍ with the trash⁠ had kept his⁠‍ promise.

It‍​ was a promise‍‍ to return without‍‍‌ fail.

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