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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 91: Live up to your name (3)

Chapter 91: Live up to your name (3)

The‍ winters in the⁠​‌ North are cruel,‍ but the winters‍⁠‍ in the West⁠ are no less‍⁠​ so.

The​‍ winter on the​⁠ desolate moor, with⁠​‌ nowhere to hide,‌ treated the people‍⁠ of the West⁠​ harshly with its⁠​ cutting winds.

Just‌ like here and‌ now.

“…You​‌ should have offered‌‍​ your neck instead.”⁠‌

Gaidar’s‌‌‌ vestibule. Knights’ Hall.​‌‍

The⁠ man sitting at‍ the highest point​‍ had an intimidating​⁠​ stature that anyone‌‌⁠ could see.

“I⁠‍ can’t believe they‌⁠ stripped you of‌​‌ your sword. Can⁠ you still call‍ yourself a knight?”‌⁠⁠

Count‌ Sigmund Gaidar.

The⁠ new Western loser‌⁠​ who expelled the​ Ramanov family looked‍​ at his son‌ without hiding his‌‌ anger.

“I’m​​‌ sorry, Father.”

Stephen,⁠‌ trembling with fear​ as always, could‌⁠‍ only bow his‌ head at Sigmund’s‌​​ harsh words.

Bang!‌

“I⁠‍ thought I was⁠⁠‍ finally calming down,​ but you provoked​‌‍ me like this!”‌⁠‍

Bloodshot‍​​ eyes and a trembling beard.

The‍ armrests of the​ chair couldn’t withstand⁠⁠ the pressure and‌⁠ collapsed.

The‍‍ greedy Western loser​ felt his whole​ body boiling with‍‌‌ anger at the‌‍ news of the‌ defeat brought by‌ his son.

“Was‍⁠‍ it not for⁠ that shining Rutiger,​ but for that‍​‍ pale-faced brat who‌⁠⁠ just received the⁠ title of knight?”​

It‍⁠​ was a duel​ that should not​ have been lost.​⁠

To‍‍‌ be precise, it‍‌‍ was a duel‌​​ he was sure‌ he would win.‍

However,‌ Stephen was defeated​‍ and in return‍⁠ handed over his⁠‍​ sword.

To‌ be precise, he‍‌ had handed over‌ all influence over‌ Deirmar to Bayezid​‍ along with his⁠‍ sword.

“What​⁠‍ have you done!‌‌‌ What the hell‍‍ were you doing‍‍ while they treated‌⁠ my son like‍​‍ a bastard!”

Painful‌‍⁠ mistakes and losses.​‌​

Sigmund’s⁠‌ anger spread everywhere⁠‌⁠ as he tasted​​‌ the bitter taste‌ of defeat for​ the first time⁠ in a long‍‌‍ while.

“There’s​⁠ no shame, Count.”‍⁠

Although‌ the anger was⁠‍ violent, Godin simply‌​​ stood tall with‍‍‌ a dignified posture.‍​

“I​ heard you knew‍ him!”

“…If‌⁠ I had to​‍ be specific, he‍ would probably be​ related to the⁠ Count.”

There‍‍​ was an old⁠‍ relationship.

Although⁠⁠ it was a bad relationship and‌‍ I thought I had finally broken‌‌ it, there was​​‍ still a thread⁠ of connection in‍​ Soara.

“This⁠‍‍ is the one‌ who saved the​ runaway knight, Jorge.​ His talent was​‍‌ immense, and the‍ level of the⁠ knights around him​‍⁠ was also excellent.”​‍

Sigmund‍⁠ paused for a moment when he​‍ heard the name‍ Jorge.

“More‌⁠ than anything, they⁠ took advantage of⁠ the terrain. It‌ was an unexpected‌⁠‌ challenge.”

In‍⁠​ the duel that⁠⁠ day, Stephen was​​‌ crossing swords with‍‍ Vlad, but Godin,​‍ who was standing​ as an observer,⁠⁠ was involved in‌‌ an invisible strength‌ struggle with Jager,‌‍ who was standing⁠‌‌ on the other⁠‌‍ side.

He‍ was a knight​⁠ who had such‍‌ a strange aura‍ that one would​ wonder why his‌ name was not​‍ well known in⁠ the North.

“Jorge…​‌ that bastard.”

Sigmund‌⁠​ recalled old memories‍ as he listened‌ to Godin.

The‌‌ knight whom his⁠‌ uncle, who was​⁠ the previous head​ of the family,⁠‌‌ especially appreciated, was‍⁠ also a man⁠ who did not⁠‍ acknowledge him until‍‍ the end.

So‌ I killed him.‍‍

“You’re​ going to screw‍ me over until⁠ the end.”

And‍‍​ the newly standing‍ northerner.”

The‍‍‌ Troublesome Dwarven Liberation‍​ Front.

And‌ the newly standing⁠ northerner.

The‌​​ ashes scattered by​‌​ the knight named‌‌⁠ Jorge still bothered⁠‍​ Sigmund.

“…Gaidar‌​⁠ must not be​‌ snatched away.”

Whatever‍‌⁠ you have in⁠​ hand, somehow put​​‍ it in your⁠​ stomach.

Then,‌‌‍ use the two‍ hands you have⁠ left to steal‍⁠ and preserve what⁠‍​ belongs to others.‍⁠

Only‍⁠‌ then can you⁠‌ survive in this‌⁠ wild West.

He⁠​‌ stole, destroyed, and‍⁠⁠ brought down his​​ entire life.

To‍ enemies, to others,⁠ and to family​​ members with whom​ I share blood.​‍‍

So,⁠‌​ the only person‍ left here and​⁠ now.

“Somehow,‍⁠‍ bring back my‍‍ son’s sword. Godin.”​⁠

“Alright.”​⁠​

He’s‍ a usurper who⁠‍ can’t tolerate defeat.‍ He was Count‌​‍ Gaidar.

***‌⁠‍

“Are⁠​ you really not‍‌‌ going?”

A snowy morning in⁠​‌ Shoara.

Vlad‍‌‍ stood in front​ of the stable​‍⁠ Marcella had specially‍​‍ built, looking at​‍‌ Noir.

Neigh—‍⁠​

“I’m‌‌‍ not going to‌ work today.”

Vlad‍‌ clicked his tongue‍ as he looked​ at the black⁠​​ horse seeming to‌‌⁠ convey that.

“I​ don’t think this‌‌ is right.”

[It’s‍​‌ a problem even‍ if your brain​ is too good.]‌​

A spacious stable enough​‍ to accommodate five⁠ horses.

But‌ there was only‍‍‌ one horse resting⁠⁠ inside—Noir.

The‍‍ piles of hay​ scattered around here‍‍ and there to‌⁠ ward off the‌ cold and the‍ warm boiled feed‍​ clearly showed what​ kind of reward‍​ this guy with​⁠‌ the grin of‍‍ a rose was‌ enjoying.

“…Who​ would believe that‌⁠ guy was a wild horse?”

Noir⁠ followed the kid‌‍‌ and gave up⁠‍ his freedom, but‍​‌ in return enjoyed⁠⁠⁠ the clear benefits‍‌ of civilization.

When‌‌ Vlad saw Noir​ lying comfortably and⁠⁠ smiling while showing​⁠ his gums, Vlad⁠ was filled with‌‌ jealousy.

At‌ least he came⁠​ running to me​‌ when it was‍‍ a mission, so​‍ I had to​​ take that as​‍‍ consolation.

“Oh,⁠⁠ it’s cold.”

Vlad‍ left Noir, who​ was disobedient to⁠‌ the end, and⁠⁠‌ headed to Soara’s⁠ town hall, walking⁠​‌ through ankle-deep snow.⁠‌​

Now‌​‍ that he was⁠‌‌ a knight, it‍ was enough to​‍‍ call for a carriage and ride,⁠​‌ but the hunger⁠‍ pangs ingrained in‌ his bones always‌ made Vlad a frugal person.

“This‌ is the first‌​ time I’m receiving​​ a salary.”

Vlad‌ had lived his‌ whole life without‌​​ receiving fair compensation.⁠​

From‍ being a back⁠‌ alley youth to‌‌‌ becoming Jorge’s dagger‌​ and Joseph’s squire.​

Occasional⁠ pocket money was‍‌‌ the child’s means​ of survival, but‍ that would change‍⁠‌ starting today.

“Mr.⁠ Bordan, it’s me.”⁠‍

“Come​​​ in, Vlad.”

A knight who couldn’t⁠​‍ lift a sword.⁠

Standing‍​‌ in front of‍⁠ Bordan’s office, Vlad‍​‌ entered, smelling the⁠​​ sweet aroma coming‍ from all directions.‌

“Your⁠‌​ face is full‍⁠‍ of color.”

In​‍ a place where​ heaps of snacks‍ were scattered, there​‍ was a fat⁠⁠ man who seemed‌ to need to​‌​ take care of‌⁠⁠ his health as‌‍​ much as Joseph.⁠

“Shouldn’t‍⁠‍ you at least‌‌‍ do some exercise?”‍‌

“If‍‌ you move too⁠⁠‌ much, you’ll die​‍​ prematurely.”

Bordan‌⁠‌ said something ungentlemanly‍​​ and pulled a small bag from‍ a drawer and‍ placed it on‍⁠ the desk.

“You​‌ knew how to​​ read, right? Then‌ I’ll also give​⁠ you a statement,​⁠⁠ so wait.”

Although‍‍ knights held a semi-noble position, many‌​‍ were illiterate.

However,‍‍‌ Vlad could read​ and understand despite‍ his stammering, so⁠‌⁠ it would be‍⁠​ more appropriate to​‌ write it down​ on paper rather‍ than communicate it​⁠‍ verbally.

“…”‌

Bordan‍‍ writes the statement​⁠⁠ with a crisp⁠‌​ sound.

Vlad,​​‌ who was watching‍​ him, opened the⁠ bag of gold‌‌ coins with a swift motion and‍‍‍ checked what was⁠ inside.

Indeed,⁠⁠ it was the⁠⁠ skill of a former pickpocket.

“It’s‍‍⁠ 4 gold coins.”​⁠‌

Bordan’s⁠ eyes were on​ the paper, but‌⁠ his ears seemed‍⁠‌ to be tuned‍​ to Vlad, as‍​‍ he calmly told⁠​⁠ him this month’s‌‌ salary amount.

“What’s​ wrong? Are you​⁠ disappointed?”

“…No.‍​⁠ No.”

Though⁠‌⁠ he said it⁠ aloud, he sincerely​⁠‍ felt disappointed.

‘If⁠ you count it​‍ for a year,⁠ it’s 50 gold…’​⁠‌

Before‌ meeting Joseph, Vlad‌ had saved less⁠‌ than 1 gold​ coin in his⁠ entire life.

The‌​ now broken sword‌ was worth 5 gold coins.

Although‍‍ it was definitely⁠⁠⁠ a better amount‌ than before, 4 gold coins definitely⁠ weren’t enough to⁠ satisfy Vlad now​‌‍ that he had‌ become a knight.‍⁠

“What⁠ a kid.”

Bordan‍ let out a small sigh as‍‌‌ he looked at‍‌ Vlad, who still⁠‍ acted clumsily.

Because‍​‍ he felt like‌ he knew why‍‌⁠ Jager was still‌‍ keeping the kid‍‍ close.

“A​​ knight doesn’t save⁠‍⁠ money through salary.”​⁠

“Yes?”‍

Bordan‍‍⁠ dropped the pen⁠‍ with a dull​‍ sound, as if‌‍ he had finally‍‍‍ finished completing the‌​ statement, and looked​⁠‌ at Vlad with​ a meaningful smile.⁠⁠‌

“A‌‍⁠ knight should uphold‌ honor, have corresponding​‌‍ duty and responsibility.”‍

“…But.”​

Vlad⁠⁠‍ was taken aback​ by Bordan’s words,‍‍‌ which suddenly shifted​ from talking about‌⁠​ money to the‌​ fundamentals of knighthood.‍⁠

“It’s​​ all about money.”​

All​‍ valuable things can‍‌‌ be converted into⁠‌ money.

Vlad‍‍ knew money was‌​​ valuable, but he‍ had no idea‍​​ how to earn⁠⁠‌ it.

He​⁠⁠ was so anxious‍⁠⁠ he went hungry⁠ his whole life,‍ but he didn’t⁠​ know what to⁠ do because he‌‍‌ had never experienced⁠⁠⁠ it.

“The‌‌‌ price of honor​‍ will be paid​ all at once‌‌‌ at the end‌ of the year.‌‍ It’s called a special subsidy.”

A well-fed cat doesn’t‌⁠⁠ catch mice.

If‌‍ you want to⁠​​ gain money and‍⁠‌ fame, you have​​ to put in​​⁠ a lot of​​​ effort.

“You‌‌⁠ can look forward‌ to it.”

As⁠ Bordan said, the⁠​ kid was one​ of the main⁠ characters who glorified‍​ Bayezid’s name this​​ year.

Peter,‌​ the head of​​ the family, Rutiger,​‌ who borrowed the‍‌ kid, and Joseph,⁠‌ the original lord,​⁠ surely would take⁠‌‌ this into account.‍‍⁠

“So,⁠⁠ what’s the price⁠⁠ of duty and⁠​⁠ responsibility?”

Vlad,‌​ who was finally‌‌ starting to understand⁠‌⁠ Bordan’s words, eagerly‍⁠ awaited the next​‌ gold coin with⁠⁠​ shining eyes, but‍⁠⁠ Bordan just shrugged.​⁠

“I‌⁠ don’t think it’s‌ right to ask‍‍ this when you‍ bring the Hainal‌⁠ family treasure.”

“That’s‍‍⁠ not mine. It⁠⁠‍ was definitely borrowed.”‍​⁠

Vlad⁠ protested to Bordan‍⁠​ with an offended‌⁠‍ voice.

Because⁠‌ he felt like⁠ he was remembering⁠ the teasing he​⁠‍ received from the​⁠ older knights all⁠‌ the way to‍‌ Soara.

“If‍⁠​ I had known​‌ that was the‍ case, I wouldn’t​⁠ have accepted it.”‌

“Well.‍‍ Maintain that stance‍‌ even in front⁠ of others. That’s​​‍ the justification.”

“…”‍

He⁠​‌ had no idea⁠‍⁠ that amber could‍‌‌ be interpreted this⁠‍‌ way.

It​ was just an‌ amber stone he⁠‍ brought at the‌‌ risk of being‍‍ spoiled by Alicia,‌ if it were‌ such a significant⁠⁠⁠ item he would⁠⁠‌ have thought twice.​⁠

“Even​ if you become​⁠ a noble later,⁠⁠ don’t forget me.”‍‌‌

How‌‌ about aspiring to‌‌ success as a knight?

Bordan‌‍‌ looked at Vlad,⁠ who was trying⁠ his hardest to‍ conceal his burning‍ ambition, and gave‌‌​ him a look​‍‍ that said he​‌​ knew everything without⁠ saying anything.

With⁠​ the words that⁠​‌ Joseph is looking‍‍ for him.

“You​⁠​ knew, right?”

[…It’s‍⁠ good. Nobility.]

Vlad,⁠​ who stepped out⁠‌‍ into the hallway,‍ could only sigh⁠⁠ in response to​ the voice he​⁠ heard.

There’s⁠‍​ no one in​ the world to​ believe in.

Since​ it was a world where the⁠ ones who suffered​ were criminals, Vlad​ could only blame‌​ his momentarily softened‌ state of mind.‌​

***​⁠‍

“I’ll‌⁠‌ give you a patrol area.”

A bottle of wine‌ warmed by the‌​ stove with a fragrant aroma.

A one-eyed knight sitting‍‌ at the guest​ table, quietly closing⁠ his eyes.

And​‍ even Stephen’s sword​‍‍ hanging on the‌‍​ wall.

“Now‍‍‍ that you’ve become‌ a knight, you⁠⁠ must take on‌‌ more responsibilities and‍​‌ obligations.”

Joseph,‍‍ who had finally‍‌‌ set aside his⁠ documents, picked up⁠ the bottle of‌ wine next to‌‌ the fire and⁠‍ began pouring it​‌‍ into a glass.​

Of​⁠ all alcohols, whisky​​⁠ was his favorite,⁠​‍ but in winter,​ when the days‍ grew very cold,‍⁠ he drank hot⁠​ spiced wine that‌ was good for​​‌ the respiratory tract.‌⁠

“Will‍⁠ I do it‌​‍ alone?”

“I’ll⁠‌ send the guards,‍ but you’ll be⁠‌ the one in⁠‌‍ charge.”

Vlad⁠‍⁠ has done well⁠ so far.

He‍‍‍ performed his duties​ well and brought​ even more value‌ to Bayezid.

That’s​⁠ why we need⁠ to further cultivate​⁠​ him.

“It‍​ will be a completely different position​⁠‍ from the leadership‍⁠ you held during⁠‌​ your mercenary days.”‌‌‌

“Alright.”​

Vlad,​ to whom Joseph​ handed the wine​⁠​ glass, accepted the​​ warmth that emanated​​ with both hands.‍⁠

“A‌ back alley would⁠⁠⁠ be a good‍‌⁠ area, right? It⁠‌​ may be bothersome‍‍ to others, but‌​​ for you, it’s‍​ like being at⁠ home.”

“That’s​ right.”

From​⁠ the moment he‍‍ opened the castle‌ door with a single word on‌ a dark night‍ until now, Vlad​ still didn’t know‌‌ his location.

Although​ it’s fine.

Time​⁠ and experience will​‍​ be medicines for⁠‌ Vlad, who is‍​‍ still young.

“There​ will be a shortage of people.‍⁠‌ Guards are people‌‍​ who need to‌​‍ be used here‌‍‌ and there, not‌​‌ just patrolling.”

There‍ are six knights‍​⁠ in total in‍ Soara.

Except⁠‍‍ for Jager and⁠‌​ Bordan, who were⁠⁠ on special missions,‌ all were in⁠‌⁠ charge of security⁠ in their own​⁠ areas, as Vlad‍‌‌ is now.

And‌​‌ to ensure that‍⁠ mission, Joseph maintained‌⁠ security by hiring‌‍‌ his own people,‌ not just the​​​ troops he provided.​

Because‌ it was both‌⁠ a duty and‌‍​ a privilege of‌‍ a knight.

“I’ll⁠‌​ support the salaries⁠​ for up to‌⁠​ four people. Try‌‌ to hire people​‍‍ to work under‍‍ your command.”

A knight is one⁠​⁠ who takes the​​ initiative.

A person who can‌​ become a representative⁠​‌ anywhere.

Now‍‌​ that Vlad was‍ a knight, he‌‌‌ was qualified to​⁠⁠ hire and employ‌‍‍ his own people.​‌​

“Now‍‍ you have to‍⁠ live up to​ the title of‍ a knight.”

More⁠⁠‍ responsibilities, more obligations.⁠

And‌‍ more interest.

Even‍ now, Rose’s smile‌‌ was full of‍⁠ merchants waiting for‍‍ Vlad.

Everyone⁠‍ had predicted the‍⁠⁠ current situation.____

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