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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 57: The new Soara (1)

Chapter 57: The new Soara (1)

A street in an‌​‌ alley illuminated with​ the colors of‍‌ the night.

Crack!⁠ Crack!

The​‌‌ sound of bones​ and tendons being‍⁠‌ cut was awakening‍‌ the quiet alley.⁠

That​‌‍ sound, along with‍‍ the unidentifiable bones‍ hanging all over‌ the shop, made‍‍​ the atmosphere of⁠⁠‍ the place grim.​‌

“Is‍‍‍ the owner here?”‍

“…What?”⁠⁠‍

Two​​‌ men entered the​ butcher shop, pushing​‌ aside the meat‌‌⁠ hanging all around.⁠‍

The⁠‍⁠ owner of the‍‍‍ butcher shop, who‌ had been cutting​‍ meat for a while, frowned as⁠​ he looked at⁠ the two men‌ crowding in front‌‍​ of the store.​⁠

“How⁠​‍ can a bastard​ without a brain⁠‍ speak so rudely⁠⁠⁠ to an adult?”‌‍⁠

When​ the boy, who‌‍ looked freshly out⁠​⁠ of his teens,‌​‍ spoke informally, the⁠ owner, who seemed​‌ very indifferent, spat‍‌​ out the bone‍⁠ he was chewing⁠‌ on and growled.‌

“Did‌​ your parents teach‌​ you that?”

“It’s‍​ been a while⁠⁠​ since someone came‍⁠ here looking for‍ their parents.”

Shrugging,‌ Vlad removed the‍‍‍ hood he was⁠‌ wearing and handed‌‍ a small note‍⁠ to the owner.‌‍

The‍⁠ owner’s face seemed‍⁠ to stiffen a bit as he⁠‌ saw the boy’s⁠ blond hair that‌‍ didn’t match the‌⁠ atmosphere of the⁠​‌ place and the‌​​ note with tiny‌​ letters.

“Why‍ these people?”

“No,⁠ I was wondering⁠⁠ if you’ve seen‌⁠‍ him.”

“Why‍​ would you come‍ to the butcher‍⁠​ shop looking for⁠ someone? We don’t‍‌‍ sell people here.”‌

“Really?”​‍

Vlad‌​⁠ smiled as he⁠⁠ watched the owner⁠⁠‍ pound the meat‌ forcefully.

He’s⁠​ here.

“I​ used to be​​‌ a resident here,​‌ but I recently‌‍ came back. Was​⁠ this place always‍ a butcher shop?”​‌‌

“Ask‌‌ that to the‍⁠ Black Bear. I have permission.”

The​⁠​ butcher. The Black​​ Bear.

The‍​ name of another‌‌‌ boss who dominated‌ the back alley‍‍​ emerged, but Vlad​​ simply smiled as⁠⁠⁠ if he found​‌ it ridiculous.

He‍​‌ couldn’t intimidate the‍​​ boy with just‌ that kind of⁠‌‍ reputation anymore.

“Then‍ I’ll ask later.”​​‌

Vlad‍ leaned over the⁠‍​ counter and brought⁠⁠‍ his face closer​ to the butcher⁠ shop owner’s.

Although‌⁠ it seemed dangerous‌​‌ for a boy‍​‍ to approach someone‍‍ who was cutting​​ meat with a knife, each action⁠‌​ of the boy​ carried an unknown​‍ weight.

“But⁠⁠ seriously, it’s quite⁠‍ interesting.”

“What​‌ is?”

The‌ owner, staring directly‍⁠‍ into the boy’s‍⁠‍ blue eyes, swallowed‍ saliva unconsciously.

At​​ first, he thought⁠ he was just‍ a spoiled kid,‍⁠ but suddenly he‍‌ was influencing the​‍ atmosphere of this​ place with just‍​‌ a few words.​⁠​

“If⁠‍ you want to‌​​ survive, buy something.​‌ If not, leave​‍ right now…”

“How‌ did you know‍‍ the name on⁠ the note was‍ a person’s?”

The​ boy’s question stopped​​ the descending knife’s​ movement.

Only⁠ the sound of⁠‍ the chain link​⁠​ that Vlad had‌‌ just pushed could⁠ be heard in‍​⁠ silence.

A strange silence hung⁠⁠​ over the butcher​‌ shop.

“Learning⁠ to read here‌‌ isn’t easy.”

“…”⁠​

Clang-⁠‍

The⁠ owner, still holding‌⁠⁠ his meat knife,⁠​‌ stared at the‌‌ boy in front‍‍‍ of him.

Or‌​‌ more precisely, at‍‌‍ the dark-skinned man‍‍​ standing behind the‌ boy.

The‌​‍ man who had‍‍‌ just closed the‌​ shop door.

“I​‌‌ came here to‌ ask, so give⁠⁠ me an answer.”‌

The⁠ corner of Vlad’s⁠ lip curved as​⁠‍ he looked at‌ the owner, who​‍ gazed back with​‍‌ tense eyes.

One⁠ corner of Vlad’s‍‌‍ lips curved upward,‌⁠ as if he​‍ were about to⁠​ say something.

“Do‌‍‍ you sell people​​⁠ besides human flesh?”​⁠

“Damn‍‌‌ it!”

The‌​‌ owner quickly brandished‌ the knife he‌‌⁠ held, but Vlad⁠ had already anticipated‌‍⁠ it and simply‌‍ tilted his head.‍​

It‌ was a sharp​ move, unusual for‍‍​ a simple butcher,​‌ but the boy⁠‍ was now an‌‌‍ entity that had‌‍​ risen to the​‍‍ level of a knight.

“Business‍​ here ends today.​⁠​ Otar.”

“Understood.”‌‌

The‌ dark-skinned man, Otar.​

The​ man who officially⁠⁠ served as the​​ deputy commander-in-chief of⁠ the guard. He​‍ drew an axe​‌​ from his belt.​​

“Who‍‌ are you?! Where‌​ did you come‍ from?!”

“…Where‍ did you come⁠​ from?”

As​‌ the lights from‌ outside were obscured‌‌⁠ by the closed‌‍​ door, inside the​ butcher shop, only‍‍ the candles tremblingly⁠⁠ lit by the‍ trembling owner remained.⁠‌‍

Dim,​‌ flickering light in‍ the darkness.

It‌‌ was the color​ of the back⁠‌ alley.

“That’s‍ what I want‌ to ask.”

The‍⁠ lights cast deep‍ shadows on the⁠ boy’s face.

Crack!​​ Crack!

Inside​ the tightly closed‍‌⁠ butcher shop, the⁠​‍ sounds of meat‍​ and bones being‌ cut still echoed.‍⁠⁠

The‍​ only difference from⁠ before was that⁠⁠⁠ mixed in were‍ the screams of‍ someone.

***‍‍‌

In‌‍⁠ the back alley,​‍⁠ just before dawn.‍‌⁠

Vlad‌ sat across from‌‌ a street vendor​​ who was about​​ to close up‍⁠‌ shop and picked‌‍ up a skewer.‍​

“Take​ one too.”

“Got​‍ it.”

The‌‍ two men sitting‍ down began cleaning⁠​‍ their weapons as⁠‌‌ they bit into‌‍‌ the skewers.

Otar’s⁠‌ bloodied axe.

And⁠​ Jorge’s dagger, which​‌ now only Vlad‍​ could wield.

The​⁠​ appropriate tools for‍‌ the back alley⁠​ had now finished⁠‍‍ their day’s work‍‌⁠ in the hands‌‍ of their owners.‍

“When​ did a guy​⁠ like that show‌​ up?”

“Jack⁠‍ hasn’t been managing‍‌ things well lately.”‌

“He’s‍⁠ messed it up‍‌ that much?”

“…Well,⁠​⁠ ever since that‍⁠ day, he changed‍‍​ a lot.”

Though​ Otar had been‍‍ a subordinate of​⁠​ Jack, he didn’t‍‍ want to criticize‌ his former boss’s​​⁠ final appearance.

After‌ all, regardless of​ the outcome, only⁠‍‌ Jack had accepted‍‌ the man with⁠​ different-colored skin into‍‍ the back alley.‍‌

“Well,‌ we’ll figure out‌‌​ the details with⁠​ the higher-ups.”

The​‍ man disguised as‍ a butcher said:‍⁠​

He‍‍​ was only a middleman collector and​​ claimed that the⁠ slave traders would‌‍ know more details.⁠‌

He‍ hadn’t heard anything​ about Anna, but‍ in the end,⁠‍‍ she had been​​‌ secretly selling people⁠‍​ in the corner‌⁠⁠ of the back‌⁠​ alley all this‍‍ time.

“Even⁠‌ if we confirm⁠‌​ the identity, will​‍ this be enough…?”⁠

He‍‍⁠ hadn’t thought that‌​⁠ such a light‌‌‌ matter would have‍​‌ such deep roots.‌

Perhaps,‌​‍ if it weren’t‍‌⁠ for Vlad’s existence,‌‍‌ as always, this‍ incident would have‍ simply been considered‌‌ one of the⁠ many that happen​⁠ in the back‍‍ alley and would‍‍‍ have been buried.​​​

Light⁠​‌ and darkness, those‌‍​ who are excluded⁠ and those who​ shine.

The⁠​⁠ boy still stood‍ on the dividing‌ line between them.‌‌‌

“Vlad!‌⁠⁠ Brother!”

The‍‍​ familiar voice of‌ the boy reached⁠ Vlad’s ears, who‍‌‍ had been lost⁠⁠‌ in thought.

From‍​​ the end of⁠‌ the alley, a dark-skinned boy was‌ running hurriedly towards⁠ them.

“Phew…‍‍ Phew… Ah!”

“I’m⁠ not going anywhere.”‌

Vlad​​ placed a skewer‍​⁠ in the mouth⁠​‌ of the boy⁠ running towards him⁠ eagerly.

It‍⁠ was the fair‌‌‌ reward the boy⁠‌⁠ should receive.

“Did‌​ you understand what‌⁠​ I asked you?”‍‌

“Uh…⁠‌ I heard there​⁠ are kids who‍‌‍ saw her.”

Indeed.​​

Vlad‍‌⁠ and Otar nodded‍ at each other.‌⁠⁠

As‌ if birds heard‌‌‍ the words during​ the day and⁠ mice heard them‍⁠​ at night, rumors‍⁠​ in the back​ alley always reached‍​ the ears and​ eyes of young⁠ children.

“What‍‌ did they see?”​​

“They⁠‍⁠ saw the girl‍‍ Vlad is looking‍​⁠ for. Was her​ name Anna?”

“That’s⁠‍‌ right.”

Ned​ replied with an⁠​ excited expression as​ he bit into​ the skewer Vlad‌⁠ had given him.​‌⁠

“Someone⁠‌ said they saw‌​ the girl get‌‌​ on a stagecoach‍‍⁠ for the first⁠ time about a month ago. But‍‌​ it was a bit strange.”

“What⁠ was strange?”

Instead⁠ of answering, Ned‌⁠ offered his palm‌⁠ to Vlad.

“…You​ did a good‍⁠ job raising your​​ little brother.”

“Hmm.”‍​‍

To⁠‌​ survive in alleys‌‍‌ like those, even‍ the youngest had‍ to become ruthless.As⁠‍⁠ both knew, instead⁠ of getting angry,⁠​ they simply nodded.​‌‌

“Here’s⁠ one more skewer.”​

“The⁠‌ strange thing was…”​‌‍

At‍⁠ Vlad’s request, Ned⁠ began to speak.‍​‍

The‍‍‌ little mouse that⁠‌‌ had been sniffing‌​ around the alley‍⁠⁠ brought the exact‍‌⁠ information Vlad wanted.⁠

“It‌​‍ was said that‌‌​ all the women‍‍‌ who boarded that‍ carriage were pregnant.”‍‌

“What?”⁠

To‍‌ others, Ned’s words‌‍ might sound strange,⁠ but to Vlad,⁠‌ they evoked something.‌

“…All⁠⁠ of them were‍ pregnant?”

“They‌⁠ say all the‍ women who boarded​ the carriage had‌‍‍ bulging bellies. Isn’t​‍‍ that strange? Someone​ is buying pregnant‍ women who can’t⁠‍ even work.”

“······”‌

When‌‍‍ Ned asked if‍​⁠ he could have‌ more to eat,‌ Vlad simply nodded⁠‌​ backward without saying⁠‍ a word.

“What’s‌‌​ wrong? Is there​ a problem?”

Although‌⁠‌ Otar asked with‌⁠ an increasingly serious⁠ expression, Vlad couldn’t‌ snap out of‍​ his thoughts.

“Buying⁠ and selling pregnant⁠‍ women?”

Finding⁠‍‍ out that Anna⁠ was pregnant was‍‌ already shocking, but​⁠ accepting that there​ were people buying​ and selling pregnant​‌‌ women in the​​‍ back alleys was‌ even harder to​‌ swallow.

It‍​⁠ made no sense​⁠ and was morally​‍ wrong.

But‍‌​ those people were‍‍‌ here.

‘······It‌⁠ can’t be.’

A sinister premonition swept​​ through for a moment.

[It’s⁠​ always best to‍‌ pay attention to‍ bad feelings.]

Though‍‍‍ he wanted to‌‍ think otherwise, the‍‍ warning from the‍‍ voice in his​ mind reminded him‍‍‌ of an incident​ that took place⁠⁠‍ on a winter​​ day.

There‌ was a woman‌‍⁠ crying in the​ middle of a snowy camp, searching​ for her son.‌‌⁠

A son who hadn’t​​‍ even been born⁠ yet.

[We‍‌ should be prepared.‍ It can’t be​‍​ that bad.]

Vlad‌‍‍ could only nod​⁠ at what the‍⁠ voice said.

There⁠​⁠ was something that‌ the boy always‍​‍ noticed in Joseph’s⁠ behavior.

His‌⁠ attitude was always​⁠ one of preparing​⁠‍ for the worst.‌​

“…There’s⁠ nothing wrong with‍ being prepared.”

The‌⁠ memories of that⁠‌ winter day still‍‍‍ lingered vividly in‌ Vlad’s mind.

The​⁠‍ morning sun was⁠​ rising, but to‌​⁠ Vlad’s eyes, it⁠ still felt as‌⁠ if a shadow​‌ loomed deep in‌ the back alley.‍⁠‍

***​

“Mr.‌ Bordan.”

“Yes,‍⁠‌ is there something‍⁠⁠ to report?”

Bordan’s‌​​ office located in⁠ the town hall.​⁠​

It⁠ was always filled‍⁠ with snacks, but‍​ today it was⁠​⁠ tidy.

“I‍ discovered a suspicious​⁠⁠ trend.”

“Oh…​⁠ really?”

Looking‍ at Vlad’s serious⁠‍ expression, Bordan seemed‌ ready to listen,‍‍ but in reality,⁠ he was busy‌‍ organizing papers.

“I⁠ told you to⁠ rest… I guess‌​ you didn’t listen‌⁠⁠ when I told⁠‍​ you to take​‍‌ a break.”

“No,‍ I’m investigating Jack‌ One-Armed.”

“I​ didn’t expect you⁠ to ask so‌‍‍ soon.”

Bordan‌‌‌ awkwardly smiled as‌⁠⁠ he stroked his⁠‌​ chubby chin.

“You​‌ should rest, shouldn’t‍‌⁠ you?”

“······”​​​

Vlad‌ finally understood.

Why‌‍‌ Joseph would growl‍‍​ every time he​ saw Bordan.

The​‌‍ fat knight was​ a person who‌‍‌ wouldn’t move unless​⁠​ someone pushed him.⁠

“Can’t⁠​⁠ it wait a day or two?​‍‍ Is it that⁠ urgent?”

“It​ seems so.”

“Think⁠​ it over. Are‍ you sure it’s⁠ an imminent crisis?”⁠​‍

Although⁠​⁠ Bordan seemed to‌‍​ say this with⁠ a smile, Vlad‍ already understood what‍​‍ he meant.

“Maybe⁠‌ you should go‌​‍ see the mayor.”⁠‌

Vlad’s​​ determined attitude finally⁠‌‌ made Bordan, who​ realized he was‌ the only one‍​ who would solve⁠⁠⁠ the problem, sigh.‍⁠

“This‍ was my precious‌ day off…”

After‌​‍ preparing for a delay, Bordan went​‍ to the window⁠⁠ in frustration.

But‍​​ there was no​‌ paradise in the‌​ place he escaped⁠⁠‍ to.

“They’re‍‌⁠ coming both up‌ and down… I can’t avoid it…‍ They should come‌⁠ in one or⁠ two more days.”​‌‍

Vlad​ approached Bordan, who‍ was sighing deeply.​​⁠

Looking‍‍​ out the window,‍ he saw the‍‌ carriages and knights‍‌ entering the town⁠‌‌ hall.

The‌​⁠ flag hanging in‌⁠ the middle of⁠ the procession bore‍⁠ a familiar emblem.⁠⁠‍

It‍​ was the emblem‌‍ of Bayezid.

***​⁠

“Are​​‍ you here?”

“How‍ have you been?”‍

Bordan‌ and Vlad, after⁠‍ seeing the procession,‍⁠ quickly went to⁠ the front of‍​ the town hall⁠‍ to greet Joseph,​⁠ who had arrived​‌⁠ earlier than expected.‍‌

His​​ arrival earlier than​‌‍ expected began to‍ cause a stir‌ in the town​‌​ hall.

“Not‍ much has happened‌⁠ so far, right?”​

“Yes,‍‍‌ everything was quiet.​ Mr. Joseph.”

Bordan‍‍ bowed to Joseph,‍ despite his belly​​ seeming not to​ want to bend.⁠⁠⁠

“······”‌

But⁠⁠ when Joseph’s eyes‌‍ met Vlad’s, the⁠‍ latter only returned‍ a subtle look,‌ as if he‍ had something to‍ say.

“It‌⁠⁠ seems there are‍⁠‍ problems.”

“······”‌‍

Unnoticed‌ by anyone, Bordan​ sighed and weakly​⁠ followed Joseph’s steps.⁠‍

People‌⁠ greeting Joseph.

And​ the people entering​‌​ Soara along with‍‍‌ the procession.

While‌‌ servants hurriedly brought‌ down Joseph’s belongings,‌ the group followed‍ the mayor’s directions‍ and headed to​⁠ the very center‍⁠ of the town‌ hall, where his​‍ office was located.‍

“Let​⁠‍ me check first.”‍​​

With​‌‍ the possibility that⁠ there might be​ something suspicious among​⁠​ Joseph’s belongings, Jager​‌ began to search⁠‌‍ the room.

“There’s​ nothing suspicious. He‍‌‍ wouldn’t walk around‍‌ with something like‍‌ that, would he?”⁠

“······”​‌‌

Although​‍ the mayor’s response,​ who was smiling​ uncomfortably, was puzzling,‍⁠ Jager continued to​⁠⁠ search the room‍⁠‌ without saying a word.

For‌‍⁠ Jager, Joseph’s safety‌​​ was paramount.

The‍‍ mayor’s reputation was‌⁠ not important at‌‍​ all.

Faced‌‌ with that calm⁠ reaction, the mayor‍ of Soara simply‌ withdrew without insisting.‍

While⁠ Jager searched the​‌⁠ room, Joseph turned​⁠ his head to‌⁠​ look at Vlad.​

“Thank⁠​‌ you for your‍‍ work.”

“Thank‍‌ you.”

The‌⁠ two men, who‍⁠‌ knew what the‍‍‍ gratitude meant, simply‍ wondered about each⁠ other.

That‌‍​ was enough, considering‌‌ they were in​​‌ the same situation.‌

“What‍‍ do you mean?‍‍ Tell me.”

“······I’m‍‍ not sure if​‍‍ I should bother‍​‌ you with this.”‍⁠⁠

Vlad‍​ hesitated at Joseph’s⁠‍ words.

He‍ knew that procedure‍‌‌ was important because‌‌ of what he‌​‌ had seen and​‌ heard in the⁠⁠‍ Bayezid family.

“I‌‌ would like to​⁠ receive support in‌‌ one way or⁠ another, but I guess I have‌​‍ to talk directly‌⁠ to the mayor…”⁠‌

Joseph‍‌ was a nobleman,⁠ but his lineage​⁠ did not guarantee​‌‌ authority.

A suitable position for⁠‍‌ him. Only then​‌ could Joseph have​‍‌ authority.

And‌ right next to‍ Joseph was a person with such​ authority.

Even‌ if he stood⁠‍‌ there not knowing⁠​⁠ what to do​‌ because of the‍‍ discomfort Joseph gave‍ him.

“That’s‍‌ a good judgment.”⁠‌​

Joseph​​ smiled as he‍​ looked at the​​ boy studying the‍⁠‌ time and situation‌‌‍ for himself and‍⁠ not acting recklessly.‌

He⁠ was proud to‌⁠ have taught someone‌ who always considered​‍ the worst situation.⁠

“I‌ don’t see anything⁠⁠ suspicious, Mr. Joseph.”‌​‍

With‍​‍ Jager’s nod, Joseph‌​​ began to walk‍⁠ naturally toward the​​ center of the​ office.

“······”‍​⁠

Watching​⁠‍ Joseph walk to‌‍ the mayor’s desk​‌ under the afternoon⁠ sun, Vlad remembered​ the office in‌​⁠ Sturma.

He​‍ was always sitting‍‍​ where he should​⁠ be, looking at⁠‍​ Vlad.

“The‌ scenery here is‍ quite nice too.”​

Joseph,‌⁠‌ lounging in the‌​ chair that only‍​‌ the mayor could​‌ sit in, smiled‍⁠ as he looked‌​​ at the landscape​‍ outside the window.‍

Naturally,​ Soara’s mayor stepped⁠‍ back due to⁠ the confident spirit‍⁠ shown by Joseph.‌

“I‌​ guess I’ll have​ to replace the​⁠ chair.”

“…no​⁠⁠ no. Mr. Joseph,⁠ maybe.”

The⁠‌⁠ former mayor of​‍‍ Soara, who had​ finally realized what⁠​ was going on,‍​ turned pale, but‍‍ no one looked​‍​ at him.

It⁠⁠ seemed that the‌⁠‍ air in the‌⁠​ room was changing.​

It​‍‌ was the air​‌ created by Joseph.‌‌​

“Now​‌‍ don’t worry about​ that and just‌⁠ say it.”

Vlad‌​ looked straight ahead‌‌ with an empty‌‍‍ gaze.

The⁠‌‍ man who was‍ always sitting in‍‌ front of him‌‌‍ was there, feeling‍⁠‍ no discomfort at‍ all.

“Talk‌‌‍ to the new‍ mayor of Soara.”​

The​⁠​ young man who‍ had fought to​⁠‌ survive was now‌ sitting in a position he had⁠‍‍ earned for himself​​ rather than being‌‌ guaranteed by blood.‌‍‍

The‍‍ new mayor of‌‌‍ the city of‍⁠ Soara.

Joseph‌ Bayezid.

The‍⁠‍ man with deep-shadowed⁠‍⁠ eyes looked at‌‌ the young man​‍‍ with a smile​ as the light‍⁠ streamed through the‍‌ window.

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