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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 82: No tree without roots (3)

Chapter 82: No tree without roots (3)

“Now,⁠ are we done?”‌⁠‌

Oksana‌‌‌ poured oil onto​‌ her hands and​‌ rubbed them vigorously,⁠‍ then gestured for​ the boy to‍‌ come closer.

“You​ should come closer.”‌⁠⁠

“…Yes.”‌‌‍

Oksana’s⁠​‍ living room is​⁠‍ quiet, but everyone‍‍​ is busy.

The⁠⁠ maids were busy‌ polishing the boy’s​ armor and ironing‍⁠ his clothes and​ cloaks, but only⁠‌‌ Oksana and Vlad‌‌ remained in silence.⁠​

“I‍​​ thought this day⁠​ would come someday.⁠‍⁠ However, it’s faster‌​‍ than expected.”

Oksana⁠​ smiled warmly as‍⁠‌ she looked at‍ him and carefully⁠‍‌ brushed Vlad’s hair.⁠‌‍

Hair‌​ falling between oily​ fingers.

The‌‌‍ blond hair shining​​⁠ in the sunlight‍ looked quite good‌ in Oksana’s eyes.⁠​

“It‌‍‍ must have been‍‍ hard.”

“…”‍‌

Instead​⁠ of responding to⁠‍‍ Oksana’s words, Vlad‍‌ closed his eyes​‍⁠ silently as he‌⁠‍ felt her hand‌‍ pass through his​ hair.

Oksana,​ with a deep‍ look that seemed‌​‍ to understand everything,‍‌ made him feel‍ uncomfortable, but he​‌ wanted to focus⁠‌ on the sensation‍‍‌ he had felt​⁠ for the first⁠ time in a long time.

Although​⁠ he said he⁠‌‌ couldn’t remember in​⁠‍ front of Zemina,​‌ contrary to what⁠​​ he said, Vlad⁠‍ treasured the few‍‍​ memories he had​ with his mother.‌

Among‌ them, the memory⁠⁠‌ he valued the‌ most was that⁠ of his mother‌⁠⁠ combing his hair‌‌⁠ with a fine-toothed⁠ comb.

“You​‍​ look great with​⁠​ blond hair. You⁠‍⁠ should be grateful​⁠⁠ to your parents⁠⁠ for passing this⁠​⁠ on to you.”‍

‘Even⁠​‌ so, I’m glad⁠​ I inherited their‌​⁠ blond hair instead‍‍ of my own⁠ dull color.’

When⁠​ Oksana’s words brought​⁠‌ back old memories‍‌ with his mother,​‌ Vlad unconsciously put‌⁠⁠ his hand on⁠‍ the handle of‍ the sword he⁠ was carrying.

“Ah.”​​

The⁠‌‍ place where the​ sword that always​‌ comforted him should‍‌​ have been.

However,‌‌⁠ there was only‌ a strange and⁠ unfamiliar sword there.⁠‍​

The⁠​​ beings I would‌ have liked to‍ be with right‌⁠ now were no​​‍ longer in this⁠‌ world.

The⁠‌ boy couldn’t help‍‌‍ but regret.

It​​ would have been⁠‍ great if we⁠ could see it⁠ together here.

“It’s​ done.”

Vlad‌‍ opened his closed‍‌ eyes at Oksana’s⁠‌ words.

The‍ afternoon sunlight streaming⁠​ in through the​ window was as‌‌‌ dazzling as her​ green eyes.

“At​‌ this level, I think you can‌⁠ go anywhere.”

Oksana‌ seems proud of⁠​ her work.

Only‌​​ then did Vlad‌‌ smile when he​⁠‌ saw her smiling.​‌‌

“Thank‍ you.”

With⁠‍ those words, Vlad‍⁠⁠ silently looked around⁠ and saw Oksana’s⁠ room through her‌‍ eyes.

Vlad,‌‍ who had remembered⁠‌ everything in Oksana’s‌‍ living room, including‌​ the sounds, the⁠‌​ smells, and even⁠⁠⁠ the sensation of‍⁠ the flowing air,‌⁠⁠ closed his eyes‍​⁠ again.

As⁠‌ the boy moves⁠ forward, following the​​​ star, the things‌ he left behind‌⁠ will fade away.‍⁠‌

But‍​ there’s no need​​​ to regret.

Sometimes,⁠‍⁠ when you miss‌​ them, you just‍⁠⁠ have to reveal‌​ the memories that​⁠‌ were buried in‌‍ your head.

Like‌​ a memory engraved⁠ in this moment.‌

***⁠‍‍

“Are⁠​​ you nervous?”

“Not‌ exactly.”

Jager⁠‌ simply lifted the​ corner of his​‍⁠ mouth at Vlad’s⁠​ response, who tried‍ to pretend to​‍ be calm.

“Act​ tough only in​ front of enemies,​​ kid.”

“…True.”‍

With‍ those words, Vlad‌‌​ glanced towards the‍⁠⁠ door behind Jager.​

A huge door.

This‍⁠ was the scene‍​ he saw when‌ he brought the‍⁠ death worm’s body,​​ but the boy​ from that day​‌ wasn’t worthy to​ proceed.

“You⁠‌ can enter now.”‌​​

“Alright.”​‍

When‍‌ the attendant by‌​ his side signaled,‌⁠‍ Jager stood before⁠ the door leading⁠‍​ to the Knights’‍‌ Hall.

A door that today‍ would only open⁠ for Vlad.

The‌⁠‌ only person allowed‌‍⁠ to open it⁠ was Jager, the‍⁠ knight who taught​‍ and stood by⁠‌‍ the boy.

“Vlad,‌ squire of Bayezid!‌‌ He stands at‍​‍ the knights’ door,‍ following the Count’s‍​ orders!”

Jager‌​​ shouted louder than⁠⁠ ever for his⁠ squire.

“Please‌‍⁠ let me in!”‍

Jager’s‌ shout was strong​⁠‍ because he had⁠ more confidence than‍⁠ anyone and trembled​​ because he was‍⁠⁠ prouder than anyone.⁠

As‌‍ his words echoed⁠ loudly, a response‌⁠‍ came from within​‍ the tightly closed‌‍ door.

“Come⁠‌ in.”

The‍‍ aura subtly emanating‍ from the voice.‍

The⁠​​ world of the‌​‍ knights granted permission​​⁠ for the boy‍ to enter.

Creeeek!‍

As​ soon as the‌ permission was granted,‍‍‍ the tightly closed‍ door began to​ open with Jager’s‌‍‍ fingertips.

As⁠ the door that⁠‍ had blocked the​ boy’s path due⁠ to qualifications opened,‌ the cut red​ carpet began to‍ show the boy’s‌‍ path.

“…”‍‍

Vlad​ couldn’t take his⁠‌‍ eyes off the⁠‌ scene unfolding before‍⁠ him.

It‍ was a space⁠ where everything gleamed.⁠‌

Knights‌ lined up on⁠ both sides.

The‌​‍ sunlight streaming through⁠‍ the window shone‍ brightly on the⁠‍⁠ armor worn by⁠‍‍ the knights.

“…”‍⁠‍

Briefly,​‍ Vlad shifted his‍‌​ gaze away from⁠ the bright sight‌‌ and looked back.‍‌‍

Standing‌⁠‍ there was a man who always​ watched the boy’s‌‌⁠ back and pushed‌‍ him forward.

A person who couldn’t‌ even stand in​‍ front of the​‌ door because he​ couldn’t lift a sword.

Behind⁠⁠‌ the boy, a man with dark‍​ eyes smiled with⁠ his arms crossed.​

“Let’s⁠ go.”

I thought it was⁠‌ a line I could never cross‌ for the rest‌​‌ of my life.‍‌

But‌‍⁠ today, Joseph managed‍​ to stake one‍⁠ of his swords,​⁠ even if it‌⁠‌ wasn’t him.

The​ boy who never‍ gave up deserves⁠ to smile more‍​‍ than anyone.

“Congratulations.”‍​

Jager’s⁠​ voice reached softly⁠ behind Vlad as​​‍ he advanced towards‍‍‍ the Knights’ Hall.⁠‌​

Hearing‍ Jager’s voice, which‌‌​ was different from‌⁠‌ usual, made Vlad⁠ feel something welling⁠‍ up from the⁠‍​ depths of his​ heart, but he‌⁠ tried to suppress⁠​‍ it.

“Vlad,​⁠ squire of Bayezid,⁠​ please come forward.”​

Vlad​​ lifted his head‍ and followed the‍‌⁠ direction from where‍⁠ the voice came.​​‌

The‌ world of the‌‍‍ knights, which had⁠⁠​ finally opened its‍ doors, was calling‍‌⁠ the boy to‍‍ come here.

With⁠‌ the same look‌ in his eyes⁠⁠ as that day‍⁠⁠ when he was⁠​‌ watching the boy‌‍‍ under the moonlight.‌‌

“Yes.”‍

The⁠⁠‌ red path is‌‍ the path of​ honor.

The⁠ boy began to​‌‌ move forward, passing‌​‍ by the knights​‌ who lined the‌​​ path.

One​⁠‌ step at a time.

Leave‌ the dirt of⁠ the alleys and‌ head towards the⁠‍ place you dreamed‌ of.

“You’ve⁠ worked hard to‌‌‍ get here.”

The‍‍‌ boy always dreamed​‍ of the stars.‍‍

Even‌‍‌ though his feet‍ sank into the​‍ abyss of reality,​⁠‍ his eyes always​‌⁠ looked at the⁠⁠ stars floating in‍⁠ the sky.

And​‌​ now you’ve reached​‌​ the star.

“Receive‍‍​ in your left​⁠ hand the discipline​​​ of the Sword⁠‍⁠ Master, which will⁠‍ never change.”

Golden⁠​ parchment.

Vlad⁠‌​ carefully accepted the‍ parchment containing the‌​‍ Sword Master’s oath.​⁠

Finally​ holding in his​‍ hand the shining⁠ star he had​⁠ always dreamed of,‌⁠ Vlad gritted his‌‌ teeth unconsciously.

“Kneel‌ and swear. Squire‌ of Bayezid.”

Peter’s‌‍‍ cold sword landed‌‍ on the boy’s​‍‌ shoulder as he‍ knelt.

The‍⁠ coldness and sharpness‌​‌ of the sword‍‍⁠ that fell clearly⁠‍ awakened Vlad’s mind.‌⁠‌

“A‍ knight must always‌⁠​ accept possibilities. That‌ is the first‌⁠‌ discipline of a sword master.”

Vlad​ of Soara.

There‍ were knights who⁠‍​ gave him that⁠⁠⁠ name.

Although​ they had met‌‌ as enemies, they‍‌⁠ had decided to​​ protect the potential⁠​ the boy had.‍‌​

Because‌‍⁠ that was the⁠⁠⁠ duty a knight‍ had to fulfill.‍

“A‌‌ knight must always‌​ be able to​⁠​ hear his own⁠ conscience. That is⁠​ the second discipline‍‌ of a sword‍​ master.”

In​ a fog-filled village,​ Knight Gregory risked​‌​ everything and burned⁠​ with everything in‍‍ mind.

If‌ you’re where you​ should be, if​⁠ you’re standing at‌ the moment you‌ should be, don’t⁠⁠‌ hesitate.

The‍ only standard that‌‌‌ will decide that‍⁠ is your own​‍⁠ conscience.

“A‌‍ knight must always‌ follow an honorable⁠ path. That is‍ the final rule‌ set by the‍ Sword Master.”

A knight must always⁠‍ be honorable, and⁠‍ to be honorable,​​ he must always‌ look up and⁠‍‍ move forward.

Without‌ shame, only for​ a fair reward.‍

“Swear‌ before my sword⁠‍​ and the discipline​ of a knight.​⁠ Vlad of Soara.”⁠

The‌ boy had always‌‌ contemplated the possibility⁠ of a sword.​

The‌⁠ red-haired girl standing‍​‌ in the mud⁠‌​ next to him‍‍ would testify to⁠ that.

Although‌‌⁠ it was a life in the‌ dirt of the‌‍​ alleys, the boy‌‌​ had protected the⁠​‍ things he had​⁠ to protect so​ as not to‍​⁠ be dragged down⁠‍ by it.

The​ knight of the‍⁠‌ prostitutes who protected‌‍‌ the smile of‌‌‌ the rose would‍ testify to the‌ boy’s conscience, who⁠ always tried to⁠ preserve what was⁠​ good.

“I​‌⁠ swear.”

And​‌⁠ as the boy⁠‌ was looking at‍ the star, he⁠ lifted his gaze‍ and moved forward⁠ to take it⁠⁠ in his hand.⁠‍

Without⁠‍‍ stopping, even if⁠ you crawl.

It⁠ was a rule​ he didn’t know,​ but the boy‍ did his best⁠‌‍ to follow it.‌‍​

“I⁠​ swear to defend⁠​⁠ the rules of⁠​​ the Sword Master‍‍⁠ with all my​⁠ might.”

And​ the sword he⁠‍​ had been fighting⁠ with would bear‍‌‍ witness to the​ boy’s final discipline​ of the Sword‌‍‌ Master that he‌​ had been following⁠‌ without even knowing‍ it.

“I,⁠⁠ Peter Bayezid, the​‌ Lord of Bayezid,⁠​ declare.”

Along‌‍‍ with the boy’s⁠‍ oath, he declared‌​⁠ loudly the rightful​‍ owner of this​‌‍ place.

“The‍​​ boy in front‍‍ of me was‍ Vlad; he was​⁠ a humble squire⁠ when he kneeled,⁠​ but when he‍‌ rises again…”

A new star was‌ born under his‌⁠ sword.

“He‌ will rise as‍‍‌ the proud knight‍ Vlad of Soara.”​

The‌ knight of Lady⁠⁠‌ Alicia.

The‌‍ one who protected‍ the children blessed‍⁠ by Saint Rogino.‌‍‌

The​‍​ Dragon Slayer shouted​ for Lindworm’s blue​ blood.

And​‍ now Vlad of​ Soara, a knight​‌ recognized by Bayezid.‍‌

He‌ stood with confident‌​⁠ steps.

[You’ve‌‌‍ done a great⁠ job.]

The‍‌ voice that had⁠⁠ been watching the​​​ boy closely, closer‌⁠‌ than anyone, acknowledged‍‍ that.

With​⁠⁠ the Sword Master’s​‌ Oath held by⁠‌ the boy in⁠ his left hand.‌​

Today‍ the rootless boy‌⁠‌ had created his‌​‌ own roots with⁠‌⁠ his own will.⁠⁠​

Under​ the name of⁠​ Vlad of Soara,‌ not as someone’s‌‌ son or descendant‌ of someone.

All‌ the stars here‍‍ would testify to‌‌‍ those roots.

***⁠⁠

The‌⁠ candlelight flickered in⁠​​ some office somewhere.‍​

The⁠​⁠ middle-aged man, the⁠​⁠ owner of the‌‍​ place, frowned as‍​ if something displeased⁠‌ him.

“These​⁠ dwarfs in the‍ back are really‍⁠⁠ annoying.”

A large body.

Although‌⁠‌ he seemed slow⁠⁠‌ at first glance,​⁠‌ anyone who knew⁠ the man even⁠‍ a little would​ know that he​⁠ hid strong muscles‍‍‍ under his thick⁠‌‌ skin.

“So‌‌‌ this time I decided to act⁠‌ more meticulously, like‍⁠ the other nobles.”‍

The‍‌ man holding the‌⁠‌ nuts in the‍ dish cracked them​‌‍ effortlessly and continued‍ speaking.

“They​‍⁠ say Baron Alicia,‌ Of Hainal, still​⁠⁠ doesn’t have a husband.”

“That’s​​‌ right.”

Although‌ he was a noble noble, he⁠‍​ was a man‌ who spoke bluntly​‍ without hesitation.

A pioneer and conqueror​⁠ who cared for⁠‌ nothing.

“Is⁠ that why I’ll‌‍​ use him? It‍ would be difficult‌‍⁠ for a woman‍ to survive alone​‌‌ in this harsh⁠​‍ world.”

Always⁠ hungry no matter​‌ how much he‌ ate, and another‍ prey had just‍​ caught his attention.‌⁠‍

“So,‌‌ this time you‌​ need to use​‍‌ some force.”

“Please,⁠‌​ tell me, Count.”‌

Count​​⁠ Sigmund Gaidar.

The​​ man who became‍⁠​ the loser of‍‍ the new west.‌

The​‌ man standing outside⁠ the candlelight bowed‌ his head at‌​‍ the order given.‍

“Go​​‍ to Deirmar with⁠‌‍ my son. Get⁠‌‍ a just cause‌ there.”

When⁠​ Sigmund said he‌​ would expand through‌‍​ a cause rather‍​ than violence and‍⁠ war, the knight​⁠‌ nodded as if​‍​ understanding.

Along‌⁠ with his son,⁠​ who is of‍ Gaidar blood, he⁠​‍ could secure at‍‌‍ least a small⁠ cause.

“I⁠ believe you won’t⁠​ disappoint me as​‌⁠ always, Godin.”

The​ knight lifted his⁠​⁠ head at Sigmund’s‍‌​ words.

“I’ll‍⁠​ do my best.”‌​‌

Godin,⁠⁠​ the knight of⁠ Gaidar.

The‌‍ blue moonlight shining‍ outside the window‌ fell upon his⁠‍ head.

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