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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 65: Today’s youth (1)

Chapter 65: Today’s youth (1)

The​⁠⁠ crackling and tranquil‌‍ sound of a fire burning in‌​ silence.

“…”‍

Vlad⁠‌​ thought, watching the​ fire sway with⁠ the breeze.

It⁠​ felt like himself‌⁠‌ now.

He​ wanted to stand‍ firm, but the⁠ flickering light swaying⁠ in the direction‍ of the wind⁠⁠​ reminded him of‍⁠‍ a child who,‌‍ though he wanted‍​ to stand tall,⁠⁠ was tossed back​ and forth by‍⁠‌ beings bigger than‍⁠ himself.

“Why‌ are you thinking‌‌ so intensely?” Gregory‍‌ asked, looking at‍‍‌ the boy who⁠‍⁠ was closely watching​​ the fire but‌​​ not really focusing‌​⁠ on it.

“It’s​ just… various thoughts,”‌ Vlad responded quietly‌⁠ to Gregory’s question.‌⁠

“…There‌‌ are so many​‌‍ incredible people in‌​⁠ this world.”

“Really?”​‌

“I’m​ not sure if‍‍‌ I’ll be able‍ to keep up‍​ among those incredible​⁠ people in the‍ future.”

That⁠ night, the boy‌‌ lost.

They‍ probably would have‌‌ died if they⁠ hadn’t had the⁠ voice.

Just‍ like Jorge, Jack,​​‍ and Anna.

Like⁠⁠​ them, they would​⁠ have been crushed‌​ by a world⁠‌ they couldn’t fight​ against.

“…There​‍ are moments in‌ life when you​ find yourself thinking​⁠⁠ about things like‌ that.”

Gregory,⁠​ who had a vague idea of⁠​​ what the boy‍‍​ was thinking, threw‌ a branch he⁠‍‍ was holding into⁠⁠ the fire.

The⁠ fire, having received‌‌ something to burn,⁠ crackled louder than​‍ before.

“Is‌​ it burning well?”​

“Yes.”‌

In​​‌ the darkness of‌ the church that‌ night.

The‍‍⁠ boy had approached‍⁠ the church’s bell‍ tower whipped by‍‌ the wind and‌ reached out to⁠​ where the children’s​‌ breaths intertwined.

Although‌ Gregory didn’t see​ that scene, he​​​ imagined it was​ something that fit​‌‍ perfectly with the‍⁠ boy.

A child born in‍⁠‌ the lowest part​ of the world⁠‍​ desperately trying to‍⁠‍ reach the heights,​ but one day‍‍ he might reach‍‍‍ the highest point.‌

Maybe‍⁠⁠ there he would‍‌⁠ put a star‌ with his name‍​ on the edge⁠​​ of the sky.​‍​

“In​​ the end, it’s⁠‌ about survival.”

Vlad,​⁠‌ stepping away from‌ the flickering flames,⁠⁠ turned to look​ at Gregory, who‍‌‌ was sitting on​⁠​ the other side‍ of the fire.‍

There,‌​⁠ the robust knight⁠‌⁠ with a strong​ beard looked back‌ at him, smiling‍​ contentedly.

“You​‍‍ just have to‍ keep burning. As‌‌‌ long as the‍ fire doesn’t go‍‍⁠ out, you can‍‍ always reignite it⁠‍​ whenever you want.”⁠

It’s​⁠⁠ impossible not to⁠⁠⁠ sway with the⁠ wind.

But‌ what’s important is⁠ to keep burning.‌

As‍ long as the⁠ flame that is⁠​ you doesn’t go‌ out, it can‍‌‍ be reignited even​‌⁠ under the strongest‌⁠ winds.

Understanding‍ what Gregory was​​​ trying to say,⁠⁠​ Vlad nodded in‌‌ response.

“I‍ see.”

To​​‌ face the vast⁠‌ world that suddenly‌ loomed ahead, he⁠ too would have‍‍​ to become a giant flame.

As‍⁠⁠ the boy watched‍⁠​ the fire burning​ in silence, a ray of color⁠‌ began to seep​‌⁠ into his world.‌‌

Gregory​‌ passed the bottle‌ of alcohol to‍⁠ the worried boy.‌ And a dark​⁠ horse, in the​ distance, watched from‍⁠​ the hills the⁠ reflection of the​‌ boy in the‍​​ fire.

It‌ was one of‍​‍ those nights when⁠ each of them‌ thought of something‌⁠ missing and threw‍​‍ their worries into⁠‌ the fire.

The​‌ last night of‍‍ camping on the‌‍​ way to Soara⁠​‌ was fading away.‌

***‌​

“Good‍ job.”

Seated​ in the hall,⁠‌‍ Joseph greeted the‍ research team returning⁠‌​ from their mission.​⁠‍

Vlad​‍‌ thought that the‌ dark circles under‌‌ his eyes had​⁠ become darker since‌​‌ he had last‍ seen him a few weeks ago.​

It​‌ probably wasn’t just‌​ because he was⁠​ sitting under the‍‌​ sun.

“I‍⁠ want to praise⁠‌ your diligent attitude⁠​ towards the task​ and also appreciate⁠‌ your ability to‌ address the problem⁠‍‍ at its root.”‌

Joseph‍‌ calmly evaluated the⁠‌ performance of the⁠⁠ research team, despite​ their tired appearance.‌⁠

But⁠ although he praised⁠ with words, his‍‌ eyes showed no‌⁠‍ hint of emotion,⁠‍‍ which made the​​‌ whole research team​‌ feel a strange‍ pressure.

“You’ve​‌ done well but…⁠⁠ I can’t easily​ overlook the fact‍⁠‌ that you drew‍ Bayezid’s sword on⁠​ another lord’s land.”‌

What‍​ he feared had​​⁠ come.

Gregory⁠‌ had already anticipated‌⁠⁠ that Joseph, who​ had clear criteria⁠ for punishment, wouldn’t⁠ let this pass‌‍ without further action.​‍‍

“I’m​​‍ very sorry.”

Gregory​‍ took a deep‍​ breath and prepared⁠‍‍ to say what​⁠ he had been​ thinking since their‍ return.

As‌⁠‍ the leader of⁠‍​ the research team,⁠ he wanted to‍⁠ take responsibility for‍‍‍ everything.

“We’re​ living in unstable‌‍‍ times, and it’s​ not appropriate to​‍ get into trouble‍​ on others’ lands‍ without reason.”

But⁠ a strident voice‍‌​ interrupted Gregory’s apologies.‍‍

It​⁠ was a voice‍‍​ as heavy as​⁠‍ the accumulated years.⁠

“Moreover,‍ you knew very‍‍ well how things‍‌ would unfold, yet‍⁠‍ you acted recklessly.”‌‍

Although​ it was the​ first time he⁠​ had seen the‍⁠‌ old man, his‌‍ presence was not​ ordinary.

Vlad​​ felt increasingly pressured​ by the old⁠ man’s momentum.

Once⁠ again, a higher‍‍⁠ world was crushing​‍ the boy.

“…You’re‌​ right. You struck⁠‌⁠ a sensitive nerve​ in the midst⁠ of a complicated‍‍​ moment.”

The​⁠ atmosphere in the‌ hall froze at⁠‍‍ the words of⁠⁠ the stranger, but‍​ Joseph, very aware‍‍⁠ of his intentions,‌‍​ took a moment​ to catch his⁠ breath before continuing.​​⁠

“There⁠ are many territorial⁠​ wars, big and‌⁠ small, throughout the‍​ country. The royal​​​ family hasn’t been​⁠‍ able to keep‌⁠ them under control,‌‌⁠ so everyone is‍⁠ letting loose things‍⁠ that had been‌⁠ held back. The​ North, where we⁠⁠‌ are, is no‌ exception.”

The‍⁠ old man had​ good reasons to⁠‍​ rebuke Gregory.

The​‌‍ empire was crumbling.⁠‍

Under‌​⁠ the sword of​ the founding king‌ and Sword Master,​ Frausen, all lords​ gathered their swords,⁠ but that was‍⁠⁠ a long time‍ ago.

In‌ such a time,‍‌⁠ giving the slightest⁠​ cause would be⁠ like throwing embers⁠⁠​ on dry straw.⁠‌

“In​​ a time like⁠⁠‌ this, even the‌‍ damned old ones​​ show up, and​‌ even the iron‍‍‍ forges watch over‌ the present.”

Even‌‍ the iron master,‌​ another key figure⁠​‍ in the North,‍⁠‌ was watching, and‌⁠ Joseph had to‍ be sensitive.

Gregory‍ simply nodded in​ understanding as Joseph​ reprimanded him for​‌ having good intentions‍‍‍ but playing too​​​ much with fire.‌⁠⁠

“So​⁠ you should have​‍​ made a proper‍ retreat. You said​​‍ there was a Paladin of San⁠‍​ Rogino there, so‍​‍ you should have‍ followed the proper⁠ procedure and handed⁠ it over to⁠⁠ him.”

“…”‌⁠

Vlad’s‍ heart began to‌‌ race as he‌‍ heard the old‍ man’s voice scolding​ him for not​‍⁠ following the rules.​

It​‌ was like a child’s instinct to​ defy the great​⁠‍ world.

“…You‌‍​ weren’t even there!”​‍

The‌‌​ children’s labored breaths‍ and their parents’‌‍ cries were there,​ more than simple​‍ words could convey.⁠⁠​

In‌⁠​ Vlad’s eyes, Gregory‌‍‍ had done everything​ he could and⁠‌ had made a brave decision.

It​ wasn’t the kind‌‍ of decision that‌⁠ a nameless old⁠ man could belittle.​⁠‌

“After‌​​ all, today’s youth​⁠​ only think about‍‍​ the moment and⁠‌⁠ don’t consider the​ long-term consequences…”

“The​⁠​ children would have​ died. If we​⁠ hadn’t intervened.”

You‍​⁠ have no right‌ to say that⁠‍⁠ without knowing anything.​

The​‌‍ young man, with‌ his blue eyes‌‌ fixed on the‍⁠‌ unnamed old man,‌‌ said it like‍​​ that.

“…What?”‍‌⁠

The‍ elderly man was‌⁠​ interrupted by the‍⁠‌ sharp intrusion of⁠‍ the young man⁠‍ into their conversation,​ momentarily leaving him‍⁠ speechless.

He‍​ wanted to protest​‍⁠ immediately, but the⁠ burning gaze of‌⁠ the young man​⁠‍ stopped him dead⁠⁠ in his tracks.‍⁠‍

“Sir‌ Gregory did everything⁠​‍ he could for​ the children. And‍ San Rogino ensured⁠ it. And…”

Glancing‍‍ sideways at the‌ old man, Vlad‍ began to let‍‌ out the burning‍‌​ anger he had‌​‌ been holding in‌​​ his chest.

“Of‌⁠⁠ course, I would⁠‌ have done the⁠⁠‌ same. I believe‌‍ that the decision​ made by Sir‍‍ Gregory deserves praise,‌ not reprimand.”

It‍ was a heap‌ of unrefined heat⁠ due to his⁠ inexperience.

However,‍ precisely because it​‌‍ was unrefined, it‍‍⁠ could be sincere.​‍

Everyone​⁠‍ present was left⁠‌ speechless as the⁠​‍ boy poured out⁠ his feelings without⁠⁠‍ a hint of⁠‌ hesitation.

“…”‍‌

But‌​⁠ the reality is⁠⁠​ that sincerity alone‍ is not enough.‍‍

Jager’s​ eyes narrowed as‌⁠​ he watched Vlad​ release his unauthorized‌⁠⁠ comments, forcing Gregory‍​ to lower his‌‍ head even further.‌⁠​

The‌ boy had good⁠⁠ intentions, but he⁠⁠⁠ had just crossed‍ the line.

“Vlad.”‍​‌

Joseph‌‍⁠ Bayezid.

The‌​ man who cared​ for the boy​​ more than anyone‍⁠ else, but who​‌ needed to restrain⁠ him gently, stood⁠​​ up.

“That’s​ enough. Don’t test⁠‍⁠ my patience any‍‍ further.”

Joseph​‌​ couldn’t wield a sword, but the‍ power emanating from‍ him overwhelmed everyone‌ present.

No​‌‍ one from the​‌ blood of Bayezid⁠​‌ could possess such‌​​ power.

“…”⁠⁠

Vlad‌ bowed his head​ at Joseph’s stern‌‌‌ warning.

The‍‌​ hard look from‍‍‍ Jager, indicating that‌‍‍ he should not​ go on, also‌​ quelled the boy’s‍‍ growing momentum.

“…I​⁠⁠ believe Sir Gregory‍ will understand. The​​ Second Rule of‌⁠​ the Sword Master⁠⁠ is particularly sensitive.”‌​‌

Joseph‍​ subtly shifted the‍‍​ conversation towards Gregory,⁠⁠‍ but those who‌ knew him well‍⁠​ could see that⁠ he was now‍‍ containing his anger.​‌

Evidence⁠ of this was‌‍⁠ the way he‌‌ silently unbuttoned one⁠​ of the buttons‍ on his collar.​

“I‌​ made a bad​​‍ choice. I’m sorry,‍⁠ Sir Joseph.”

Gregory‌⁠⁠ quickly acknowledged his‌‌ mistake to avoid‌​‍ further fire from‌​ the boy defending‍‍ him.

“There​‍​ were complicated circumstances.‍⁠‍ We had to​‍ act before complaints⁠‍ were sent directly‌ from there.”

Joseph⁠⁠⁠ glanced at Vlad‌‍ for a moment,​‍‌ then turned on​ his heels and⁠​⁠ approached the window.‌‍‌

He‌⁠⁠ gazed out at⁠ Soara and opened‍ his mouth to‌ speak.

“Sir​‌⁠ Gregory will be‌⁠‌ punished for an​​ indefinite period. He⁠​ will not receive​⁠ his salary for​‌‌ the time being,​ and he will​ not enjoy any​‍ of the rights​ that Bayzed guarantees​ to his knights.”​‌‌

“Understood.”⁠

Gregory‌ lowered his head‌‍‍ in acceptance of⁠‍​ the punishment.

However,‍ Joseph, after giving‌ the orders, turned‍ to the boy⁠ who was staring‍⁠‍ at him and‍ met his eyes.​

There‍‍ were procedures and‍‍‍ rules for everyone,‌ and they had‍‍ to be applied⁠‌​ to the boy.​‌‌

“Squire​‌‍ Vlad.”

The‌ boy looked at‍ his summoner with⁠⁠ a slightly subtle‍⁠​ angle, still the‍ rebellious child he⁠‌ had been.

“…”‌

I can’t believe I’ve‍⁠⁠ fed, clothed, and‍‌‌ treated him so​‌ well, and he’s‍‍‌ still not tamed.‍⁠

Seeing​‌‍ the boy, unchanged⁠ since the first⁠‍⁠ time he saw​ him, Joseph felt‌‌​ an uncontrollable pang⁠‌‍ of regret.

“I⁠‍‌ deeply regret offending⁠ you with my‍‌ unauthorized comments.”

Vlad‌ looked into Joseph’s‌‍ deep eyes and‌⁠ nodded his head.‍

The‍ young man had​‌‌ always seemed calm‍‍‌ with himself, but‍⁠ now he had‍⁠ the gaze of‍‌⁠ a sharp-minded monarch.‍​​

“By⁠ this, you are⁠⁠ also punished to‌‍ a week of⁠‌‍ supervised freedom, and‌ for the time‌​ being, you must‌ stay out of‍ my sight.”

“…Yes,​ sir.”

Lifting​⁠ his head in‌‍​ response, Vlad looked‍⁠‌ at Joseph, who‍⁠ was giving him​ cold orders, deliberately⁠​‍ avoiding his gaze.⁠‌‌

The‍⁠‍ boy couldn’t help‌‌‌ but feel a pang of regret‌‍ realizing he had‍‍ done his best⁠ to comply with‍⁠ the order, only‌⁠ to be sent‍ home on probation.⁠⁠

“Everyone,​‍​ leave. I have‌⁠ to write a letter to Baron⁠‌‌ Utman explaining the⁠​ situation.”

The​⁠ knights, who had⁠‌ reported and received‍​ their orders, were​ about to leave​‌​ when Joseph thanked⁠ them.

But⁠‌ as the old‍⁠‌ man watched them,⁠‍ he couldn’t help‍‌ but smile at​ the blue eyes​​ that hadn’t lost‍​ their shine.

So‍ it was you.‍​‍

No​ need to introduce‍‍‌ yourself.

“You’re‌‌‌ the one called⁠ Vlad.”

“…”⁠⁠

Vlad,‍‍ who had just‌ returned from his‍​ journey, came to⁠ a halt at​‌⁠ the old man’s‌​ words.

A moment of silence​⁠‌ enveloped the hall.‍‍

“You​⁠⁠ don’t even answer⁠ when an adult‍‌ speaks to you.‍ I guess you‌‌ weren’t taught good‍ manners.”

Vlad’s⁠​ eyes widened at⁠ the sarcasm from⁠ the old man.​

I’ve‌‍​ had plenty of‍ manners.

From‌⁠​ the lady with‌ maternal eyes.

Turning‍​⁠ to the old‍ man addressing him,‌ Vlad introduced himself​⁠ with more politeness​ than ever.

“That’s‍‌ correct. I am⁠‌ Vlad.”

The⁠​ boy’s greeting was‍⁠⁠ straightforward, with all‌⁠ the fierceness he⁠ could muster before⁠‌⁠ drawing his sword.⁠

“May⁠‌ I also ask‍​​ for respect?”

The​​​ old man felt​⁠⁠ a shiver rise​ from deep within​ his chest as‍⁠ he observed Vlad’s⁠ courteous yet fierce‌ demeanor.

It‍​ was almost as⁠⁠‌ if they were‍ asking each other’s⁠ names before beginning‌​‍ their confrontation.

“So,​⁠‍ you want to​ know my name.”⁠

The‌‌​ old man smiled​‌⁠ at the boy,‌ who radiated an‍​ unusual sense rarely⁠‍‌ found in young‍​ people today.

“But⁠​ unfortunately, I can’t‌⁠‌ tell you my‍‍‍ name at this‌⁠ time.”

“…”‍​‌

Vlad’s⁠‍​ expression hardened at‍⁠‌ those unintelligible words,⁠‌ but only now‌⁠⁠ did he pay‌‍ attention to the⁠ tattered flag behind‌ the old man.⁠

It⁠‌ was similar to‌​ his own, but​ unlike his, which‌‌ bore only two‍​ crests, the old​ man’s banner had⁠‌‍ more than a dozen.

There⁠‍ were knights who,‍⁠⁠ without having died‍⁠ or aged, remained‍⁠​ low.

Having​‌‌ been unable to‍​​ retire honorably from​ the battlefield, they⁠‌⁠ had to reclaim⁠ the honor they⁠ had lost for⁠‌‌ a long time.‍

Such​​​ was the final⁠⁠‌ appearance of the​‍‍ first Sword Master.‍‌

The​⁠‌ nameless old man‌⁠ who looked at‌​ Vlad with deep​ eyes was celebrating​‌ his honorary retirement.‍

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