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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 67: The old days continue (1)

Chapter 67: The old days continue (1)

A city surrounded by‍⁠⁠ walls. Sturma.

The⁠ owner of the​‌ territory, Peter Bayezid,‌⁠ stroked his chin‍‌‌ as he looked‍‌‌ at the beautiful⁠ armor in front⁠⁠ of him.

“According⁠‍ to Joseph’s report,​‍‍ Lord Ramund has⁠​⁠ already arrived in​⁠ Soara. They say⁠‍‍ he seems to​ be interested in⁠ the squire there.”​‌​

“Good.”‍

Peter⁠⁠‌ thought, thinking about⁠ the moment when​ Knight Ramund returned‍⁠‌ to Sturma for‍⁠ the first time.​⁠

Ramund,​⁠‌ the former head‍⁠ of the family,‍ was a difficult‌‍ person to deal‌‍⁠ with, as much‍ as he was‍⁠ himself.

The‍ fact that he​‌​ returned after seeing⁠⁠ the state of⁠‌​ the vassals here⁠‍ made Peter feel‌ a bitter taste.‌‍‍

“Should​⁠ I say that‍‌⁠ at least I have compensated…? Or‍⁠ should I lament⁠‍ that this is‍ all I can‍ do?”

Ragmus‍ remained silent as‌​⁠ he watched Peter’s‍ eyes grow sharper‍‌‍ and sharper.

Originally,‌⁠‍ Bayezid was a family that had‌ a special ability‍​ to raise not⁠‌‌ only knights but⁠⁠ also worthy squires.‌⁠‌

Ramund,​ who returned with‌‍⁠ a sigh, had​ risen from squire⁠​ to knight back‌ then, so seeing​‍ the level of‍ the squires now‍⁠ must have felt‌⁠‍ like the old‍‍ self of Bayezid⁠ had collapsed.

The‌​‌ Bayezid he had​‌‍ seen wouldn’t have​ been like this.‍‌

“Times​ have changed, haven’t‍ they?”

“Although‌ times have changed,⁠​ there are some‌‍ things that shouldn’t⁠‌ change.”

It‌‌⁠ could have passed‍​‌ for a simple​‌ complaint from an‍​ old man, but​ Ramund’s harsh advice⁠‌ clearly affected Peter‌ too.

“It​‍ seems I have‌‌ neglected the perspectives‌⁠​ in the north⁠ too much.”

Meanwhile,​ the quality of​‌ the knights was‍‌ improving due to​‍ increased external recruitment,‍​ but the quality‌​ of the vassals‍‌ was actually decreasing.⁠‌

This​ also meant that‍‌ the color of‍⁠⁠ Bayezid was fading,​ so it was‌ definitely something Peter‍ had to worry‌⁠ about.

“…”‍‍​

An‌ armor shining in⁠ the sunlight.

Peter’s⁠ gaze, which was⁠‌ reflecting, automatically turned⁠ to that place.​‍

It‍ was armor sent‍ from San Rogino,⁠⁠​ a diocese in‍‍ the north.

The⁠ brief letter that‍​‌ came with the‍ armor included the‍ circumstances for sending‌ the armor and‌ the name of​​ a known boy.‌

“It​ seems you’re impressed.”​​‍

“It‌​ even received external⁠​⁠ recognition like San⁠ Rogino. Nothing offers​ more reliability than‌‌⁠ cross-verification.”

Peter‍⁠ listened to Ragmus⁠⁠ and nodded.

Even⁠​‍ the selection of‍⁠ the Holy Knights‍ of San Rogino⁠​‌ and Lord Ramund,‌‍ a knight from⁠​ the old times.‌‍‌

“I​ guess we should⁠‌​ send him to​‍ Soara.”

“That’s​​ right.”

Fortunately,⁠ Bayezid’s ancient traditions‍‌ still held.

Seeing⁠ this, Peter felt​‌​ very relieved, although​⁠ he didn’t show‌ it.

The⁠​ strong walls of⁠‍​ Sturma were built⁠​‍ following these traditions.‍

***⁠‍​

“Stop…”‍‍​

Vlad‍‍ opened his eyes‌‍ on the bed​‍ with a groan.⁠‍⁠

Vlad’s⁠ eyebrows furrowed as‍ he felt the​​ lingering headache.

“How‌⁠ did I end‌​⁠ up here?”

Judging‍⁠ by the damp‌ towel covering his​ forehead, it seemed‌ like someone had⁠ been taking care⁠ of him while‍‍‌ he was unconscious.⁠‍⁠

“I‌ had a fight⁠​ with an old⁠‌ man I didn’t⁠​ like…”

Vlad​ frowned and sat‌‌ up on the​ bed, pondering yesterday’s⁠ events.

The‌‌‌ memories were intermittent,⁠​‌ as if he⁠ were drunk, but​‍ there were still⁠⁠ strong recollections coming⁠‍ to Vlad’s mind.‍‌

Bright‌ forehead.

It‌‌‍ was a bright​‌​ forehead with ruthless‌⁠ power.

“That’s‌​ it.”

They​ say the world‍‌‌ is vast and⁠ filled with many⁠ strange things, but⁠ when I actually‍​ experienced it, I almost laughed.

The‍​⁠ old man’s forehead,‌‌ strengthened by Aura,⁠ was so hard​ it would have​ been better to‍ hit a wall.⁠‌​

“Can‍​⁠ it be used​‍⁠ like that?”

[Because​‌⁠ a person’s talent‍‌‌ is revealed in⁠ various ways.]

Judging‍‍​ by the fact‌‌ that the voice‍⁠​ didn’t say it⁠ had seen it​‍ through to the⁠ end, it seemed​ like it had⁠‍ never seen such‌‍‍ a thing before.‌‌‌

Or​‌ maybe it was​‍ in its memory‌​ but forgotten.

“Well,​​ since I’ve done‍​⁠ so much, I guess I’m still⁠​ being treated well.”​⁠

[Yes.‌ He’s definitely someone‌​ you can learn​ from.]

Vlad⁠‌ quietly approached at‌​​ the voice’s words.‌‌‌

He‍​ was an old​ man whose name​⁠​ and identity were​‌⁠ not easily revealed,‍‌ but Vlad could‍ guess through his‍⁠ intuition.

A retired knight of⁠‍ Bayezid.

Yes,‌​⁠ now he’s retired‍‌ and wandering here⁠⁠​ and there.

It​ seemed like he⁠⁠​ was performing some‍‍​ sort of ritual⁠‌‌ that only a knight could perform,​‌‌ but to Vlad,‌‌ who was still⁠‌ just a squire,‌ it was difficult‌‌‌ to guess exactly‍‍ what he was‍ doing.

“Why⁠​‍ are you mumbling​‌ to yourself like⁠ that?”

“Please‍⁠ knock before entering.”‌⁠‌

As‌‍ soon as Vlad​‍ came to his​ senses and got⁠‍‌ up from the​ bed, someone entered‍⁠⁠ and opened the‍‍⁠ door abruptly.

It​ was a short​‌‍ person who couldn’t‌ even be seen‍ in the face‍‍‍ because he was⁠‍ wearing a bunch‍‌‍ of clothes.

“You​ should have a hand to touch‍⁠ before you hit.”‍

Zemina​⁠ seemed annoyed and​​‍ threw the pile‍ of clothes he​⁠​ was carrying onto‍⁠‍ the bed.

These⁠‍ were all the‌ clothes Vlad used‌‌ to wear.

“If‌ you leave me‌​ alone, I’ll take‌ care of it,​​ but it’s okay.”‍

“Customer.‌‍ All these are⁠​ services provided by‍⁠ our inn.”

Zemina‍‌‍ looked at Vlad‌⁠⁠ with a cruel‍‍ smile that tried​‌​ to seem friendly.​

Zemina’s‍​⁠ teeth, which looked‍‍ sharp today, seemed​‌ sinister to the⁠ boy for no‌ apparent reason.

“Because‌ you’re a precious​ guest staying on‍⁠‍ the expensive fourth⁠⁠ floor. This is​‍ something we have⁠ to do.”

“…”‌​‌

Vlad‍ knew that what‌‌ Zemina was saying⁠⁠ was not just‍‌​ a joke.

Rose’s‌ smile, which was⁠⁠ no different from‌⁠ Marcella’s alter ego,⁠​​ was transforming into‍⁠ an inn rather‌ than a warehouse‌ according to her‌‌ will.

Marcella‍‍ was doing her‌⁠ best to survive‍‌ at a crossroads‌‍​ in her life⁠ that came about‌⁠ due to Jorge’s⁠ absence.

“I‍​ don’t have that‍⁠ much money yet.”⁠

“They​ say you’re free.‍‌ Just being here‌‌ helps.”

Marcella​​ gives the boy‍⁠ a comfortable place‍ to rest, and​‌​ the boy lends‍​ Marcella the value​⁠ of his name.​

“Can​ I have one?”⁠⁠⁠

“That’s‌ for Marcella to​⁠ decide.”

Vlad,⁠⁠‌ who had been​‍ watching the struggle⁠‌ between organizations for‌​​ a long time,‍‍​ was worried that⁠‍​ only he could‍⁠ repress them, but​⁠‍ from Marcella’s perspective,⁠ it seemed quite​ plausible.

Since‌​‌ he’s a talented​ person admired by‍⁠‍ the mayor of⁠​​ Soara and the⁠‌ second son of⁠ the Bayezid family,‍ he may not‍ be known anywhere⁠⁠ else, but at‌⁠⁠ least within this‌​‌ city, he’ll be​⁠ a worthy name.‍‌

“Come‌‍ to the restaurant.‌ I heard Marcella​​ prepared lunch.”

Zemina,‌‌‍ who was busy‌‌‌ leaving the room,⁠ returned with a regretful expression and⁠ reached out to​ Vlad.

“I⁠‍‌ forgot this. Take⁠⁠ it, sir.”

“I’m‌⁠⁠ still not a knight. You don’t⁠‌‌ need to do‌ this for me.”‍‌‍

Vlad‍‌‌ was about to‌⁠ say something to‍ Zemina, but he​‍ kept his mouth‌⁠​ shut when he​‍ saw the handkerchief⁠​ she handed him.‌‌

It⁠ was a handkerchief‌⁠​ made of luxurious⁠‌ silk with someone’s‍​ name engraved in⁠​ golden embroidery.

“It‍ seems clear that​‌ you’re Lady Alicia’s⁠‌ knight.”

“This…⁠ It was something‍​ I couldn’t avoid…”‌⁠​

Vlad‍​ wanted to explain‌‍ in detail if⁠ possible, but he​​‍ kept his mouth‌ shut when he‌​⁠ saw Zemina with‍‌​ a forced smile⁠‍ on her face.⁠‌‌

There‍‌ is a time‍ for everything, and‌⁠⁠ now was not‍ the time to‌⁠ resolve misunderstandings.

“It‍‍‍ was gratifying to⁠‍ have the opportunity‍⁠​ to wield the‍ sword while cutting​‌⁠ even the hair.⁠‍ You’ve had great​ success.”

“I‌​ appreciate it…”

Bang!‍​‌

Before​​ he could finish‌‍ speaking, Vlad raised⁠⁠‌ both hands and⁠‌‌ shrugged as he‍​ saw Jemina leave‍ and close the⁠‌ door.

“It⁠⁠‍ was happening. Always.”‌‍​

Vlad‌​ looked towards the‌‍⁠ door through which⁠​ the girl had⁠‌ left and scratched⁠⁠ his neck.

She⁠‌ wouldn’t know that⁠ Lady Alicia was⁠ the Baroness of​‍ Deirmar, nor would⁠ she understand that‍ the handkerchief she‍‍ handed him was⁠‌ delivered through intricate​⁠ political calculations.

Even​ if she knew,​‍ her reaction probably‍ wouldn’t have been​⁠⁠ any different from⁠⁠‍ what it was⁠‌‌ now.

“She‌​ even ironed the‌ clothes.”

On‌ a cold winter‌⁠‌ day, Vlad remembered⁠ the sacrifice Zemina​ had shown him‌‍ as he looked​‌ at the clothes​ on the bed.‍‍

The‌‍ feeling of the‌‌ red-haired girl’s hands‍ on the clothes‍‍ given to him⁠​ by the lady‌​ was comforting.

“…”‌⁠

Vlad⁠‌ took off the​​‍ clothes Zemina had‍ given him, having​⁠​ not been outside​⁠ for a long​‌​ time.

Although‌ the feeling of‌‍ the fabric was​​ different, the warmth⁠ that the girl‍ radiated hadn’t changed‌​ since before.

It‍‍ was good to⁠​​ be back.

Vlad​‍‌ thought so as​​ he stretched his⁠ neck.

***⁠

“I​⁠‍ said I’m sorry.”‍

“…”‍

“I’ll‌‌ buy you. Something⁠ reasonable.”

“There​‌ are things money​⁠⁠ can’t buy…”

Vlad‌ sat at the‌​‍ same table where‌ Jorge always had​⁠ breakfast, taking up‍ the spot.

However,‌⁠ even though he​ was eating Marcella’s‍​‌ soup, which he‍​⁠ missed, the boy‌ couldn’t easily calm⁠‌ down.

The‍ torn leather armor‍‌‍ he wore seemed‍‍ to protest, giving⁠⁠⁠ the boy that​‌‌ impression.

“I‌​​ liked this.”

“Yeah.⁠⁠ It’s a great​‍ armor.”

The‍​ old man, who​⁠ perfectly understood the‌ boy’s feelings, simply⁠​ removed the soup⁠ in front of‌ him.

As‌ the boy had‌ said before, the⁠ leather armor gifted‌⁠ by the Bayezid​‍ family only to‌ promising seeds was‍ an item that​‍ couldn’t be replaced‍​⁠ with money.

The‌‌ old man also⁠‍‍ vividly recalls the​​​ excitement he felt⁠⁠ when he received​ the armor when‍‍ he was young.‌‍⁠

“So,‌​ come with me‍ to the town⁠⁠‌ hall later.”

“Why?”‌​​

The⁠‍ old man wanted​⁠ to throw away⁠‌‌ the soup plate‍ the boy was‌ eating upon the⁠⁠ boy’s blunt response,⁠⁠ but he held‍‍​ back.

It⁠‌ was true that​⁠ he had started‍ the fight first,‌​‌ and he had⁠ not been able​‍​ to control his‌​‌ strength properly, injuring‍‍ the boy and‌​‍ even breaking the⁠ Bayezid armor, so‍‌ it could be‍ said that he‍​⁠ had committed a great sin.

“Shouldn’t⁠‍‌ you prove your⁠⁠⁠ worth to your⁠ lord again? Do​ you think your⁠ disastrous evaluations after​ a week of​‌ probation won’t haunt⁠​⁠ you again?”

Upon​‌‍ hearing the old‌‍​ man’s words, Vlad,‍‌ who was nervous,‌ began to sink⁠‌ into his thoughts.⁠

Undoubtedly,​ there would be​​ no better way‌‌ to improve his‍‍ evaluation than to‍‌‍ show results.

Furthermore,⁠​‍ given Joseph’s determined​‍⁠ approach in dealing‍​ with the old​⁠⁠ man, even if‌ he followed his⁠​‌ words, he is‍‌⁠ unlikely to praise⁠ or criticize his⁠ decision.

“So,‍ let’s work together.​ I’ll give you‍‌‌ a generous raise⁠​‌ after seeing it.”​‌​

“What’s​‌‌ it about?”

“If‌​ you ask Jager‌‍​ or Bordan for‍​ something, they’ll at‌‍ least give you‌‍​ one thing.”

“…Do‍‍ you want me​⁠ to cut you​ some bread?”

The‌​ old man was​‌‌ speechless as he​‍ watched the boy​‍​ instinctively knowing when​​⁠ to step back⁠ and when to​‍ step forward.

“But‍‌ why did you⁠​ act that way​‍ then?”

“When?”⁠​

“Then,​‌ cut the bread.”‌‍‌

The‌ old man could‌⁠‍ only click his​⁠ tongue as he‌⁠‌ saw the boy​‍‍ open his eyes⁠​⁠ as if he⁠ didn’t understand what‍‌‌ it was about.‍‌‍

“It​‍‌ won’t be easy‍ to handle him.”‌⁠

Thinking‍⁠ about the boy’s‍​​ mischief, the old​​⁠ man felt sorry‍ for Joseph, who‌ would have to​⁠ deal with him.‍‌

“Anyway,‍ you’ll have to​ compensate for the‌⁠ value of the​​‍ armor you broke.”​​⁠

“…”⁠

However,‍ since he was⁠‍‌ the one who​​ had that clever‍​ boy in his​‌ hands right now,‌‍ the old man​ had to pay‌ for it.

***‍​⁠

Due‍ to the probation​‌ order, Vlad couldn’t​​ enter the town⁠ hall, so he‍‍ found an establishment‌​ outside and settled‌ in.

“Are​⁠ you feeling okay?”⁠‍

“I​‍ feel better after⁠‌ resting for a bit.”

“I​ was very worried‌‌ until I got‌ here.”

There,‌ Goethe, who was‍ now in charge‌‌ of Soara’s stable,‌⁠‌ welcomed Vlad.

“Is‌ it worth it?”‌‌

“What’s​ wrong? They pay⁠ me a lot‌‌​ of money, plenty⁠ of food, and​​ a good place‌ to sleep. Plus,‌‍‍ there will be​ a special allowance​‍ this time.”

“…How‍ much do you‌⁠ get?”

In⁠ response to Vlad’s​‌ question, Goth wagged​​ his finger and​⁠‍ said:

“No‍‌ matter how close‍‌‌ we are, I don’t ask about‌ things like that.”‌‌‍

“Sneaky.”‍

When‌ Goethe said they‍​ paid him a lot of money,‍‍ Vlad felt jealous‍ for no reason.​‌​

Vlad’s⁠‍⁠ formal status was⁠‌ that of a squire, and the​ position of squire​‍ in the Bayezid⁠‍‍ family was that​ of assistant and​ apprentice to the​‍​ knights.

In‌‌ other words, Vlad‍​‍ had never received⁠‍ any salary other​‍​ than the pocket⁠‍⁠ money given to⁠ him by Joseph.‌⁠

“But​ the captain received​‍ a lot of⁠ this and that.‍​ Something like armor‌‌‌ or clothes.”

“…”⁠⁠

But,⁠‌ as Goethe said,​ Vlad also had​⁠ nothing to say.‍‍‌

The‍‍ tangible and intangible‍ support that Oksana‍⁠​ and Joseph provided‌​ to the boy‍ was worth something‌‍‍ that couldn’t be‍ measured in gold​‌‌ coins.

Just‌ because he was‌⁠​ Jager’s squire, it​ was an opportunity⁠ for some family‍⁠‌ to come to‌ him with hundreds⁠‍ of gold coins.⁠‌‍

“What’s⁠ been going on‍‍‍ these days?”

“It’s‍⁠ been a few‍‍ days since I came in.”

Goethe,​​⁠ who was sweeping⁠ his horse as​ if he didn’t​​​ care about the‍ question, confirmed that‍ there was no‌‍ one around and​⁠ quickly turned his‍⁠ head to whisper​⁠​ to Vlad.

“There‌‍‌ are rumors.”

“…Rumors?”‌‌‍

The‍ relationship between the‌⁠ two, like the​‍‍ crocodile and the‌⁠‌ crocodile bird, remained​‌‍ valid. Vlad’s mouth​‌ began to lift​ at the corners​ when he heard‌​ Goethe’s whisper.

“The​‌⁠ guards on night⁠​ duty saw something⁠ strange.”

“Say⁠‍ it.”

Although⁠‌‍ it was said‍‍ to be an⁠⁠ uncertain rumor, there​⁠ was definitely something‍ to say about​ what Goethe said.‍

“They​‍⁠ say a black‍​‌ horse is constantly‍​ watching the gate‌​⁠ from afar. But‌‍‌ when you get‍​‍ closer to see‍ what’s going on,‌ it suddenly disappears.”⁠‌

“Horse?”‍

Vlad‍‍⁠ seemed to know⁠‌ why Goethe was​ whispering.

A scene I saw⁠​​ in a foggy‍​​ village started to⁠ come to mind.​⁠

“I​ heard that back‌‍ then there was​​‌ a headless knight‌​‌ riding something like‌‌ a ghost horse.”⁠⁠⁠

“…He⁠⁠‍ did.”

A black horse watching‍‍⁠ Soara in the‌‍ darkness of the‍‌‍ night.

And⁠‌ even if they‍‌ tried to check‌ it, it would⁠​ disappear.

Goethe’s‍‌ guess certainly made​ sense.

“Maybe⁠‌ that’s it.”

“Be​‌‌ careful. You’re still‍‌​ on probation.”

After​​ hearing Goethe’s words,‌ Vlad quickly got​ up from his‍​‌ seat.

“I’m⁠​‌ on probation, but‌ I think I’ll‌ work anyway.”

“Eh?”‌

“You‌⁠‍ too, get ready.”​

“If?”‌

Vlad‍ put his hands​‍‌ on his hips⁠‌ and looked at​⁠ the approaching old​‍⁠ man in front‍ of him.

The‍ afternoon sun shone‌‌ on the forehead​ of the old⁠​ man, which was​‌​ almost completely peeling‌‌ off.

“You⁠‌‌ bastard, let’s go!”‍

“Please‍‍ call me by‌‍ my name.”

An‌‍ old man smiling‍⁠ as he says⁠​ he’s found work.‍​

On‍‍ the paper, the‌​‌ old man held‍​ a picture of‍ a black horse⁠‌ watching Soara.

“It‌ would be nice‌​ to receive more‌‍ special allowances.”

“No…”‍​

Looking⁠‌ mischievously at the‍​⁠ boy, Goethe tossed‍⁠⁠ the brush he‍ was holding into‌‍ the bucket.

“I‍⁠ couldn’t even rest​ much!”

“Me⁠​ neither.”

Vlad‍⁠ broke Goethe’s sweet‍⁠​ rest and smiled‍ cheerfully.

If​ you don’t know⁠‌ how to ride‍ a horse, you⁠ can ride someone⁠ who drives a horse.

That​ was the boy’s‌‌ decision.

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