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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 58: The new Soara (2)

Chapter 58: The new Soara (2)

The‌ sounds of animals​‍ resonated throughout the⁠ place.

Two​​‍ men walked, stepping​⁠‍ on the sticky‍ red mud and‌‍ the smell of⁠‌ blood that permeated‍​‌ everywhere.

“No⁠ matter how many⁠ times I come‌‍ here, it’s hard‌​‌ to endure.”

“Yes.”⁠‍‍

Otar‌⁠ responded briefly to​⁠ Vlad’s complaint.

Also‌⁠​ because he agreed⁠‍‌ with what Vlad‌⁠‌ was saying.

The⁠⁠ church did not‌ appreciate those who⁠​ handled the blood‍​ of the dead.‌⁠

But‍‌​ most people had‌‌​ no choice but‍​⁠ to eat meat‌ and drink blood​‌​ to survive.

Here,⁠‌‍ in this place,‌‌‍ the bright word‌‌ of God and‌ the uncomfortable coexistence⁠​⁠ with uncontrollable instincts‍⁠⁠ coexisted.

An⁠⁠ alley ruled by‍‍​ a pig butcher‍ and a black‍‌ bear. A street⁠ full of red‌‍​ blood.

Ancient‍ and intricate streets,⁠ mixed with all⁠ kinds of smells,⁠ the stench of‌⁠ blood, and the‍‌‌ looks of those‍ who coexist with​‌⁠ death.

“The‌‌⁠ smell is suffocating.”​

“···.”⁠​‌

With​‍ the weather getting‌ hotter, the smell‍⁠ of blood accumulating⁠‌‍ on the ground‌⁠ increased.

Vlad‌ walked between them​​ and stood in⁠ front of the‌ largest building on‌‍‍ this street.

It‌ was decorated with‌​‌ bones everywhere, it⁠ would be difficult​​ for most people⁠​‌ to even look⁠ at it, but​ the boy raised‌ in the alleys⁠​​ was already used⁠⁠ to this environment.‍​

Thunk!‌ Thunk! Thunk!

A latch made of‍⁠ bones.

Vlad⁠ pounded the latch⁠⁠⁠ heavily, announcing his⁠‍​ arrival.

“Who’s‌⁠ there?”

“You‍​‌ should have heard⁠ by now.”

“···.”⁠‌

Vlad​​ and Otar noticed​​‍ the stares following⁠ them since they‍‍‍ entered the Black‌⁠ Bear Alley.

The‌‍ appearance of the⁠‌‍ boy carrying a flag and bright​‍ blond hair was‍⁠⁠ worthy of attention‍ anywhere, not just​ in an alley.⁠⁠

“Wait.”‌‍‌

A man barely visible‍​‍ through a small‌​​ crack opened the⁠‍‍ door with force.‌

“···.”⁠​‌

But‍ five minutes passed,​⁠ ten minutes, and​ no sound was​⁠‍ heard indicating they‍ could enter.

[They’re‍​ going to fight.]‍​

Vlad,​⁠‌ accustomed to the​⁠ contempt he would​‌⁠ normally face in‌‍‌ the alley, raised⁠​​ his head and‌​ looked up at‍ the sky.

Through‍​ the chaotic buildings,​ he could only​ see the blue⁠​ sky.

‘I​ shouldn’t let myself​⁠‌ be looked down‌ upon in this⁠‍⁠ way.’

The‍‍⁠ boy was lost⁠⁠​ in thought as‌‌ he looked at⁠‌‍ the small sky.​⁠‍

If​ he were the⁠​ Vlad of the⁠​ alley, this would‌​‌ be common, but‍‌‌ what should Soara’s‌ Vlad do?

The⁠ boy, who had‍ recently heard about​‌​ honor, was stuck‌‌‌ in his thoughts.⁠‌⁠

The⁠‌​ clouds passed.

As‌ the sky began‌‍ to turn red.Finally,‌​ at that moment.‌

Clack!​

“Come​ in.”

The‍‍​ Black Bear building​​⁠ finally opened its⁠‍ door.

“······.”‍‌⁠

Though​ they had waited⁠‍ a long time,​‍‍ Vlad was still⁠ looking at the​‌ sky.

He⁠‌ looked at the⁠‍⁠ sky, now tinged‍‍ with red, and‌ made a decision.​‍⁠

This⁠ cannot be overlooked.‌​‌

“I⁠‍​ won’t go in,⁠‌ will you?”

“···Yes,​‍‍ I won’t go‍⁠⁠ in.”

“Really?”⁠⁠​

The​​ doorkeeper laughed as⁠‌⁠ he saw the‍‌​ boy standing outside.⁠‍

Who‌⁠‍ dares here?

The‌‍‌ alley was under​⁠ the rule of​⁠​ the slaughterhouse boss,‍ the Black Bear.‍⁠⁠

“Then,​‌⁠ leave.”

But‌‍ the doorkeeper should​‍‌ have known.

The⁠⁠‌ boy in front‍⁠ of him was⁠‌ not simply defending‍​ his pride.

The‍‍‌ boy, standing here,‍ carried with him‌⁠‍ not only his​​ own name but‍ also that of‌‌ another person.

“If‌​ you close that‍⁠⁠ door right now.”​

The‌‍⁠ boy’s voice sounded‌⁠ behind the doorkeeper,⁠ who was about‌ to close it​⁠‍ with a mocking‌⁠ laugh.

It‍‍ was a voice​‌‌ that radiated a strong presence for​‍‍ his age.

“You‍​ won’t be able⁠ to handle what⁠‌ happens today.”

“What?”‌⁠

The​ doorkeeper felt an‍‍ inexplicable chill at​⁠ hearing those words.​​

Blue​​‍ eyes.

It⁠⁠​ didn’t contain the⁠‌ emotions like anger‌‍⁠ or fear that‍ the gatekeeper expected.‍⁠​

It​​⁠ only showed the⁠​⁠ calm attitude of​ someone who was​ willing to fulfill‍​‍ his duty.

“You​ started it first.”​‌

Instead‌⁠ of answering the‌⁠‌ gatekeeper’s question, Vlad​‍⁠ tossed Otar’s flag‍‌ to the ground.​‍‌

The⁠‌ flag, which was‍‍ empty in some‌‌ places, had the​ Bayezid family emblem‌ engraved on it,⁠ albeit small.

“…”​​‌

The​⁠ gatekeeper thought as‌‍‍ he looked at⁠ the boy standing‍‌ unshakably next to‍ the flag.

Perhaps‍⁠⁠ the rumor that‍‍‌ he had ended‍‌ those who made⁠ money with his‌​ own hands was⁠‍​ true.

That‌ kind of presence⁠⁠​ flowed from the​‍ boy’s blue eyes.​

“…Come‍ in. I apologize.”⁠

The​ boy saw, learned,⁠ and grew more⁠ in the six⁠‌ months he was‍⁠‌ away from Soara⁠ than in the‌‌ 16 years he​ lived in the​⁠‍ alleys.

What‌‍ is needed right⁠ now is a cause, not anger‌​ or violence.

“Tell​ him to come‌​ in person.”

“…Who?”‌

How‌​ to bring someone‌ to their knees‍​‍ with power instead‌ of violence.

That⁠ was the noble‍ way.

“Go‌‌ in and tell​‍‍ the Black Bear‌​​ to receive the⁠⁠ legitimate representative of‍‍⁠ the Bayezid.”

The⁠⁠‍ legitimate representative of‌​⁠ the Bayezid.

The​⁠‌ last knight of‌ the prostitutes.

The​‍ boy who brought​ down an organization⁠ by himself clearly‍‍ understood his position.‍‌

“This‌‌​ is the last⁠​​ chance Vlad of⁠​ Soara is giving.”‍

The‍‌ alley bosses no‍ longer had the‌‍‍ right to keep​​⁠ the boy waiting.‍‍

The‍‍ flag that Vlad‍⁠ had planted on‌ the ground was⁠ silently waving.

Only⁠ those who had‌‍ proved their honor⁠​ could carry that‍ flag.

***‍

A procession of carriages‍ stretched outside the‍‌‌ town hall of⁠ Soara.

As​‌ newcomers mingled with​‍ those leaving.

Knights​⁠‍ and soldiers who​⁠‌ had been assigned⁠ to Soara were‍ returning to their‌‌ hometown, Sturma, where‌⁠ their lords were​ once again present,‍​ along with the​​ former mayor of⁠‌ Soara, slumped inside​ the carriage.

“I’m​ very sorry for​ what happened, although⁠⁠ I’m only bearing‌ the consequences of‌ my own actions,‌⁠‍ Lord Joseph.”

Joseph,‌‍⁠ looking out the⁠ window, turned his‌⁠ gaze away from⁠ the spectacle and​‌‍ glanced at the⁠⁠‌ sky with a slight smile.

“My‍ regret is hastening⁠‍‍ this stage.”

Unlike​⁠ the sky created‌⁠ by God, the​ city of Soara‍ was created by​​ imperfect humans, so‌‍⁠ it could not‌​ shine without a single imperfect thing.‍​‍

“I‌⁠‍ was rushed too,⁠‌ there wasn’t much‌⁠⁠ to be done‌ about it.”

The​ former mayor of⁠​⁠ Soara, now facing‌‌‍ the consequences of‍​​ his flawed administration,‌⁠‍ would receive severe​ punishment upon returning‌‍⁠ to Sturma.

However,⁠​ these mistakes might⁠‌ have gone unnoticed​‌ at another time.​

He‍ had delegated authority‍​ to a alley‌ boss to manage‌⁠‌ the area, focusing‍⁠‍ on security for‍⁠‌ common citizens rather​⁠ than minor criminals,⁠ and the funds‌‍‌ from powerful sponsors⁠⁠ coming from all​‍ over could have‍ helped in city​​⁠ administration, or at⁠ least that’s what⁠‌‍ the former mayor⁠‍‍ believed.

If⁠​‍ it weren’t for⁠⁠ Joseph’s staunch opposition​‌‍ and Peter’s tacit‌ consent.

“What​‍ did the chief​ called Black Bear‌ say?”

“He‍ says he’ll cooperate​⁠‌ as best as‍‌ he can.”

Joseph‌‌ smiled at Vlad’s‌ report coming from⁠⁠‍ behind.

“Although⁠‍‍ he had his‌‍ pride and stubbornness,‍‍ it seems everything⁠⁠​ went quite smoothly.”‌‍

“…Seems​ being from the⁠ same alley worked‍ well.”

Is⁠ that possible?

Joseph‍‌‍ knew he would⁠‌ have faced his‍⁠ own difficulties. But⁠ even if it‌‌ was unusual for‌‍ the boy, he⁠ had admirably fulfilled⁠‌​ his task.

Joseph’s‌⁠‍ intention to raise​‍​ Vlad not just‍​⁠ as a mere‍ swordsman, but as⁠⁠​ a complete knight,⁠⁠‌ was succeeding.

“Good.‍​​ Well done.”

Joseph​ glanced back, his‌ back to him.‌‍‍

There‍⁠ were men waiting‍​​ for Joseph’s next‌ words.

“As​‌ you know, I haven’t fully mastered‍ Soara yet, and⁠⁠ I need to​ dedicate a lot‍⁠ of time to‌⁠‍ that. Besides that,‍‍⁠ I don’t have⁠⁠‍ time for anything⁠‌ else at the‌ moment.”

The​ men behind Joseph.‍ Several men of‍‍⁠ different ages stood⁠​‍ in his study.⁠‌⁠

Five‌ knights, a mage,‍ ten administrative staff,‍ and thirty elite‌​‍ soldiers.

And‍⁠ even a squire.‍​⁠

They‍‌‍ were all vassals​‌ of Soara that⁠‌ Joseph had formed⁠‌‍ in Sturma.

And⁠‍ from now on,​​ Joseph had to⁠​‍ control Soara’s politics,⁠ administration, security, and​⁠⁠ military force through⁠ them.

For⁠⁠ now, this might⁠ be the last‍‍ chance given to‍ him.

“In​⁠‍ anything, getting used‌⁠​ to it for​​​ the first time​​ is the most​ important and the‍‌​ hardest.”

Joseph’s‍‌‍ vassals were people‌ sharing the same‌‌‌ boat.

If⁠ Joseph became the‌⁠‌ next head of‌​⁠ the family, they⁠​‍ would be honored⁠​ by the Bayezid‍ family. And if​‌ Joseph failed in‍ the competition, they​ would be like‌‌​ crew members of⁠⁠⁠ a sinking ship.​⁠

For‌‌ everyone present, Soara⁠⁠‍ was like the⁠ last stepping stone.‍⁠​

“Now​‌​ I will focus‌‍ on governing Soara‍‍ smoothly. I will‍ do my best,‌‍ but for now,‌​⁠ I have no⁠ room for anything⁠⁠ else but this.”‌

Although‍‍ darkness had covered‌ Soara, Joseph was‍ still not ready⁠ to face it‌​ completely. But one​‍ couldn’t be completely‌ prepared for everything.​‍

What‌​ he had done⁠‌‌ so far had‌‌⁠ been kicking, but​ from now on,‌ he had to​ walk.

“So‌⁠ regarding this task,‌ I’ll leave it‍ in Mr. Gregory’s‌ hands. Pick a member of the‍‍ research team right‌‌ here.”

With‍ Joseph’s affirmation, a small but sturdy⁠​​ knight stepped forward‍ and nodded.

“Thank​‌⁠ you for entrusting‌‌‍ me, Lord Joseph.​‍‌ I will do‌ my best in‍ my mission.”

Although‌‍ it wasn’t his,‌⁠ Joseph chose Gregory​‌ as the person​‍‌ responsible for this⁠​‌ task.

Gregory,​ who had always‌ remained neutral within​ the family, wouldn’t‍ be influenced by‌⁠ the sibling rivalry.⁠​

“I’d‌ like to bring‌‌ Knight Cade with​ me. I think⁠‌‍ there will be‌⁠ many situations where⁠‍⁠ we’ll need to⁠ track someone this​‌ time. So I want to be⁠​‍ with someone with​ excellent tracking skills.”​‌‍

Although‍⁠​ it had only‍‌ been Cade who‍ had suffered serious⁠​​ injuries in the‍ last campaign against‌‍‍ the cursed witch,‌ now he had‍⁠‍ another chance.

Cade,⁠⁠ feeling a joy⁠​ he couldn’t hide,​‌ clenched his fists‌ tightly.

“Please‍‍‍ allow me.”

“And…”‌⁠

Gregory​​ stroked his thick⁠‌‍ beard and pondered⁠​ for a moment.‍

Although​ there was a preconceived combination he​ had thought through‍⁠⁠ Jager’s advice, he​​ wanted to try‌⁠ something a little​​ different. Indeed, he⁠ had been intrigued‍⁠ for a while.‌

“I⁠‍ would like to​⁠ choose Vlad, Mr.‌⁠ Jager’s squire. After‍‌‌ all, he was‌ the one who⁠ first discovered this‌⁠⁠ matter.”

“Hmm.”​

Although⁠​ Joseph seemed surprised⁠​ by Gregory’s choice,‍​‌ he nodded. Gregory’s⁠‌ choice wasn’t entirely​‍​ incomprehensible.

Gregory’s​ nomination and Joseph’s⁠‌ permission.

The​ boy standing at​ the end of⁠‌⁠ the retinue looked​ at the knight‌ who had pointed‌ him out.

His⁠ sturdy build and​‍‍ short legs, which⁠​ could be used⁠ as pillars, reminded⁠⁠ Vlad of someone​ he knew well.⁠

“I’m‌⁠ counting on you.⁠ Promising lad.”

Knight‍⁠‌ Gregory.

A man who had‌⁠‌ been watching the‍​ boy from the​ Bayezid family.

The‍⁠ knight, who was​‌​ also Portly Kannor’s⁠‌ master and guardian,‍​ looked at the‍⁠‍ boy and smiled.‍​

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