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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 76: Cold-hearted dragon (2)

Chapter 76: Cold-hearted dragon (2)

“This‌ time it will​ take a month.”‌⁠​

With⁠​⁠ those words, Vlad​‍ pulled up a small chair, leaned‍ against the wall,​​ and began to‌‌​ polish his sword.⁠‍

The‌ sword illuminated by⁠‍ the candlelight, as​ always, soothed the‍‌‍ boy’s mind.

“Mmm.⁠‍‍ It’s good to​‌ be busy.”

Zemina,‌‍‍ who responded to⁠ Vlad’s words with⁠⁠ little sincerity, sat‌​‌ on the bed,‌‍ picked up the⁠‍ flag, and began​‌​ to sew it.​

A phrase sewn by​ a red-haired girl‍⁠ was engraved next​⁠ to the phrases‌ sewn by a noble lady.

“You’ve‌‌ been doing well​‍ these days, Vlad.”​

Zemina,‌‌ who had been​⁠‌ concentrating all her⁠‌⁠ attention on sewing‌⁠‌ to not be​ embarrassed compared to​ the phrases nailed‌​⁠ next to hers,⁠⁠ raised her head⁠‍‍ and looked at​⁠ Vlad in front​ of her, as‌⁠ if she had⁠ suddenly remembered something.‌

“Madam‌​ would have been⁠ pleased to see​‌‍ this too.”

Vlad‍‌ suddenly looked at​ the girl speaking‌ of his mother‌ with a subtle‍ expression.

Zemina​‌ sometimes embarrassed Vlad‍‌ with these out-of-context⁠‍ conversations.

“Why⁠​ did you mention⁠⁠ that suddenly?”

“No,⁠ an idea just‌‍ came to me​ out of the⁠ blue.”

Now,‍‌⁠ more than ten‌‍ years later, only‍⁠‌ a few people⁠​‌ remember Vlad’s mother,⁠‍‌ but Zemina is⁠‍​ one of those‍‍⁠ few people.

One‍ of the few‌‍ people who can‌​‌ speak of memories‍⁠ no one remembers.​‌‌

“I‍‍ don’t remember my‌ mom, but I remember your mom.”⁠⁠

“Well?”⁠​

There‍ were traces of​​ wounds in the​ words the girl‍​​ spoke carelessly.

Vlad’s⁠ mother let her‌⁠ son die, but​‍ Zemina’s mother did​ not.

Zemina,‍⁠‌ like many other⁠‌ children in the⁠‌⁠ alleys, was an​ abandoned girl.

“I‌ don’t really remember‍‍ my mom either.”​⁠

There‌‍ are wounds you‌ can’t heal on‌‍ your own.

Vlad,‌‍⁠ who found traces⁠​ of that in​​ Zemina’s words, only‍⁠ responded calmly as​‌‍ if nothing had​ happened.

Because​‌⁠ it was one⁠‍⁠ of the few‌‍ considerations that could⁠ be given to‌‌ a girl.

“It’s‍ done.”

As​ if she had‌⁠‍ properly heard Vlad’s​⁠ concerned words, Zemina​ simply shook his​⁠⁠ hand and stood‍ up, waving the​‌​ white flag as‍⁠‌ if to show‌ off.

“It‌ won’t be noticeable⁠⁠​ at this level,​ will it? The⁠ Countess’s skills were​ so good.”

The‌‌‍ white flag with‌ which the boy‍‌ proves himself.

There‌ was a new⁠ phrase engraved there⁠ by a red-haired‌‌⁠ girl.

“…It​​​ won’t be noticeable​ if you look‍‌⁠ from a distance.”⁠⁠

The​‍‌ shield of San‍‍‌ Rogino gleamed in‍⁠ the candlelight.

Just⁠​ as Vlad pretended‍ to be indifferent⁠ and worried about​ Zemina, Zemina also⁠‌​ worried about Vlad,⁠‌ who, as usual,‍‌ went to a dangerous place.

I haven’t seen a dragon in person,‍ but it’s definitely⁠‍​ a dangerous creature.‍​​

Otherwise,‌‍⁠ the experienced old⁠⁠‌ knight in the​ next room wouldn’t‌ have had reason‌ to prepare well.⁠⁠⁠

“I⁠ won’t arrive until‍‍ winter. So.”

“I​ guess so. Because‍ autumn is a fast-passing season.”

“Then​‍⁠ take this too.”⁠

Vlad​⁠​ looked puzzled at⁠⁠ the piece of⁠⁠ fabric that Zemina‌‌‍ had casually thrown‍ on the bed.​‌

“What‍​⁠ is this.”

“It’s​ a handkerchief.”

Vlad​ smiled as he‍⁠ looked at the⁠ handkerchief, which was‌‍ as white as‌‍​ the flag.

“I⁠‌ guess you didn’t‌ have anything to⁠ do?”

“I⁠‌‌ made it for​‍ you because I felt sorry for⁠‌ you wearing a handkerchief you couldn’t​​ even use.”

At‍ Zemina’s words, Vlad‌‍ grabbed the handkerchief​ and examined it⁠​ closely.

Zemina’s​‍ handkerchief, as she⁠‍ said, was made⁠ of precious silk‍⁠ and was not‌‌ intended for actual⁠ use.

“It’s​​​ pure cotton. It’ll‌​ be good to‌ use here and‌ there.”

Vlad‌​‍ silently held the‌⁠‌ handkerchief in his⁠ hand as he⁠ looked at Zemina’s⁠ fingerprints, who had‍ done her best.​

Zemina‌ left and left​​‌ him a message‍ to be careful.⁠⁠⁠

In‌​ the empty room​ where only he​ remained, Vlad carefully‌‌⁠ folded the handkerchief⁠ with Zemina’s name‍⁠ on it and‍‌‌ tucked it into‍‌‍ his chest pocket.​​

“…It​ was made to⁠ be used, but‌ why did you​‍ engrave a name?”‌‌​

Zemina’s‍⁠ handkerchief, lying next‍⁠⁠ to Alicia’s handkerchief,‍ did not seem‌​ destined to fulfill‍​⁠ the purpose the​ girl had in‌ mind.

Vlad⁠‌ deeply embedded it‍⁠⁠ in his breast​⁠ pocket so it​‍‌ wouldn’t easily fall‌‍ out.

***​​⁠

The‍ group advanced northward‌ along endless white⁠‌ snow plains.

After​‍‌ traveling for over‌‍‍ a week, they‍⁠​ finally reached the‍​ northernmost part of⁠‌ the county of‍‍ Bayezid, with about‍⁠ half a day’s​ journey remaining to‌ their destination, Fort‌‍‌ Bernhem.

The‌‍ knights Rutiger had⁠‌⁠ already stationed would‌ be waiting for⁠⁠ the group there,​​ preventing the barbarians⁠ from moving southward‌‍ and exploring Lindworm.​‌

“I⁠⁠ definitely only asked‍ for you.”

“.…”‌‍

“But⁠ obviously, I asked‍‍ for one, and⁠‍ they gave me​⁠‌ three. What does⁠⁠ this mean?”

“Isn’t‌​ it consideration for‍ your brother?”

Rutiger​⁠‍ shook his head‌‍‍ firmly at Vlad’s⁠ uncertain response.

“That​​​ guy Joseph must​‍⁠ be dissatisfied with​​ me for something.‍ Is that what‌​‌ you think?”

Looking‍​⁠ at Rutiger speaking⁠⁠‌ confidently, Vlad could​ only shrug.

Joseph‌‍ couldn’t have done‍⁠⁠ it on purpose,‍‌ but seeing the‍ two men looking‌‌ at each other⁠ behind them was​ a situation where‌ such a misunderstanding‍​ could have occurred.​⁠

A barbarian warrior and⁠ an old knight‌​⁠ from Bayezid.

If​‌ handled well, it⁠ would definitely be​‍ of great use,⁠⁠ but for now,‍‍⁠ seeing the two​‌ people who couldn’t‍ get along was​​ just a headache‌⁠ for Rutiger.

“I⁠​​ haven’t even arrived‍​ yet, but I’m⁠‍ already exhausted. From‍​ now on, you’ll‍ be in charge‌‍⁠ of those two.”‍

“I’m‌‍ not in a position to do​‌ that.”

Although‌ the refusal had‌‌ its own reasons,⁠‌ Vlad had no‍‍ choice but to‌ nod when he‌‌‌ saw Rutiger, whose​⁠‌ eyes were as‌‌​ low as Joseph’s.⁠

Setting‍ aside age, Ramund​⁠⁠ was a knight​‍‍ who had served‍ Bayezid for a long time, so‌​ Rutiger wouldn’t have‍​​ been able to‌‌​ speak to him​ firmly, not even​ out of respect.​​‌

“…I’ll‍‍‌ try my best.”‌‍

“Thank‌⁠ you.”

For‌​​ that reason, Vlad,​‌‌ who could at⁠​⁠ least keep them​ together, might have​ been a better‍‌ alternative.

From‌⁠​ Rutiger’s perspective, Ramund’s‌ attitude towards Vlad‍​ was clearly soft.​‌​

“I‍ managed to get‌ out of prison​ without dying.”

“The​⁠ young master has‍​‍ managed to survive​ until now. I can smell the‍ dirt just by‌⁠ being around him.”⁠‌‌

“Hehehe.​​ There’s no order‍​‍ in which we​​⁠ go.”

At‌‍ the moment Rutiger‍⁠⁠ tightly closed his‌​ eyes against the​ sharp sounds of⁠ the barbarian and​ the old knight‍ that he could​‍‌ still hear, Vlad⁠⁠‍ raised his hand​⁠‍ and stopped the‍⁠ group.

“Wait.”⁠

It’s‌⁠ already working.

Rutiger​ nodded with a satisfied expression, saying‍‍ that he had⁠⁠ done as he⁠​ was told, but⁠‍⁠ Vlad’s moderation came​‍ from a completely‍ different direction than​⁠ Rutiger’s wishes.

“…I⁠​ think there’s something⁠‍ ahead of us.”‌‌‌

“Hmm?”‌⁠​

After​ hearing those words,​‌ Rutiger looked in​ the direction Vlad’s‍‍​ finger pointed with‌⁠​ nervous eyes.

A snow-covered field to⁠⁠‍ the north where‌ only white snow‍⁠ fell endlessly.

Vlad​ pointed beyond, which‍ he couldn’t clearly⁠‌‍ see, and looked​ at Rutiger with‌​​ a stern expression.⁠

“Take​‍‌ the lead from​ now on.”

During‍⁠​ the week-long journey​​ north, Vlad showed‍‍​ great sensitivity.

Hearing,⁠​⁠ sight, smell, and​‍​ even a subtle,‌‍​ sharp energy.

This⁠‌ time too, Rutiger,​​ who thought he​​ had discovered something‍ unusual through his⁠⁠​ senses, didn’t easily‍‍ overlook Vlad’s report.‍‍‍

“You’ve‍ stirred up a wild one.”

“.…”‍‌‍

And‌ following Vlad’s guidance,‌ the group reached‍ the center of​⁠ the snow-covered field‌⁠ and discovered there‍‍ a terrible scene.⁠

The‍ corpses of the⁠​‍ barbarians were scattered⁠ everywhere in a gruesome manner.

Horses,​‌‍ sheep, and even‍‍⁠ people were strewn⁠ about.

Agge’s‌‌ expression grew increasingly‌​⁠ harsh as he‍ saw the warm‍​ beings lying on‌⁠ the frozen snow.​‌‍

“It‍‍ seems you came‍⁠​ here.”

Rutiger‍​ dismounted his horse‍‍ and turned to‍ the bodies lying⁠‍⁠ on the ground.​‌​

There‍ was one who​ had a gruesome​⁠ wound piercing through​⁠ his chest.

Rutiger​⁠ looked at the‌​‍ wound and frowned‍ at the reality‍⁠ that was different‌⁠‌ from his expectations.‍

“…They‍‍ were cut.”

Certainly,‌​ they seemed like‌ people who had⁠​‍ been pursued by‌​‍ the ravaging Lindworm,⁠ but the wounds‍‌ they bore told⁠⁠ a completely different⁠ story.

A cut from something‌‌​ sharp, not from​⁠ something that had‌​⁠ been broken or⁠​ violently burst open.​

Rutiger‍‍⁠ looked at Agge,​ observing the wounds⁠‌ that only a human could have‌‍ created.

“Is‌⁠⁠ this from your​‍ tribe?”

“…Not⁠⁠ exactly.”

In‍⁠ response to Rutiger’s‌‍ question, Agge silently‍‌‍ shook his head.⁠​‌

At‍ first glance, the⁠⁠​ body of a barbarian with tattoos‍‍ all over resembled‍‍ Agge, but it‍ was not from⁠​⁠ the Budart tribe​​​ to which he​​ belonged.

“They’re⁠‌ not from our‌⁠‍ tribe, but we‍ know each other.”⁠‍

It‍‍​ was fortunate that‍⁠‍ it wasn’t Agge‍‌ missing, but that‍ didn’t mean they‍ could breathe a sigh of relief.‌⁠‍

The⁠‍ barbarians were moving‌‌⁠ southward simultaneously, and⁠‍ the reason for⁠‌ this was a being called Lindworm.​‌

The‍‍‌ Budart tribe that‌‍‌ followed suit must‌⁠‌ also be roaming‍⁠⁠ somewhere in this‍ area.

“The⁠​‍ ones from the‌‌​ north wouldn’t have‍⁠ done this.”

Rutiger‍‌ nodded at the⁠ words of Ramund‍​‍ coming from behind‌ him.

Although‍‌ the barbarians and‌ the north hated‌‌‍ each other, they⁠‌‍ still rubbed elbows,⁠‍⁠ so there was⁠‍⁠ no reason for​​‌ such extreme massacres‍‌‍ as now.

Because‍​⁠ both forces knew​⁠​ very well that‍⁠‍ if they did‌ that, a long‍ fight that would⁠‍ have to be⁠​‌ washed with blood‍ would erupt.

This​​ would be especially​​ true for Rutiger’s⁠ knights at Fort‌​ Bernhem.

“Move⁠ quickly.”

Something⁠ unusual was happening​‌​ on the northern‍⁠‍ border.

Rutiger,‌⁠⁠ sensing this fact,​‍​ planned to quickly‍‍ reach Fort Bernhem⁠⁠‍ and investigate the⁠‍ situation.

“….”‌

The‍‍ group advances, urgently‌‍ urging their horses.​⁠

However,‌ Vlad simply frowned⁠ as he held⁠​‍ onto his chest⁠‍ atop the black‌​ horse.

Thump-​⁠

Vlad,​​ remembering the beats​ he felt when⁠⁠ he encountered the‌‌⁠ Death Worm, simply‍⁠‌ bit his lip,‍⁠ holding his heart⁠ as it beat‍ strangely while he⁠‍ advanced.

In‌‌‍ an urgent situation,‌ the black horse,‌ sensing the boy’s⁠‌​ discomfort, carefully adjusted‌‍ the upper body​ and tried to​‌‍ reduce the vibration.‍​​

***​⁠​

Fortress‍ of Bernhem.

A military installation that‍‍​ forms the northernmost‌​​ border of the‍​‌ county of Bayezid.⁠​

After‌‌​ arriving at the‌ place that Peter‌‍ cared about as‌‍‌ much as the‌​ three cities owned⁠⁠‌ by the county,‌‍‍ the group simply​​‌ looked at the⁠⁠⁠ highest point of‌‌ the fortress with⁠ puzzled expressions.

“Are‌‍ there two flags?”⁠

Vlad,⁠ who was in⁠⁠ the darkest circumstances,‍⁠ asked as he​ looked at the‍ flags waving at‌​‌ the Fortress of⁠‌ Bernhem.

One‌‍‌ flag was the​⁠​ emblem of Bayezid,​ which he was‌⁠​ familiar with, but​⁠ the other flag‌‌⁠ was a type​‌ of emblem he⁠ had never seen‌​ before.

“Why​⁠ are those people​ here…?”

However,‌​ Rutiger and Ramund,‌‌ who recognized the‌​⁠ flag, were also⁠⁠ confused because they‌‌‍ couldn’t understand the⁠ situation.

Vlad‌​ approached Ramund, who⁠‍ was blinking, and‌ gently tapped him​‌ on the shoulder.​‍⁠

“What‌‍ kind of flag​‌‌ is that?”

“It’s‌⁠⁠ not the Northern‍ flag.”

In​‍​ response to the‌‌ boy’s question, Ramund⁠‌⁠ squinted.

“It’s⁠​ the central one.”‌‌⁠

“The‍​ center?”

“Yes,‍‍ the center.”

When⁠‍⁠ Ramund said it‌‌⁠ was the center,‌⁠ not even the⁠​‌ central region, Vlad‌⁠‌ raised his head⁠ once again and​⁠‌ looked at the​‍‌ waving flag.

Its​⁠​ shape was that​‍​ of a dragon​​ spewing fire.

“It’s‌‌⁠ the emblem of​ the Dragon Slayer‍‌​ Knights, an order‍​ of knights directly‍‍⁠ subordinate to the​‌ Dragon Blood Prince.”⁠⁠

The⁠‍ image of a dragon spewing fire​ represented on the‍‌⁠ flag had a peculiar drawing engraved.‍⁠​

It‌‌ was a drawing‌⁠ symbolizing a sword‍⁠​ sharply cutting the⁠⁠ dragon’s neck.

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