Chapter 101 - When the snow melts (3)

Pedro, bishop of Soara.

A bishop directly sent to the North by the Vatican and a person who has fought against evil, heresy, and wrongdoers all his life.

However, this incident was nothing more than an ordinary matter that had no relation to his beliefs.

To seek justification, he even granted indulgence to the street thugs, but in the end, it only ended in a miserable failure.

"Bishop. A letter has arrived."

"Bring it here."

The mirror of San Marello, which was a source of pride, shattered, and now he finds himself under great pressure from San Logino and the Mayor of Soara.

Perhaps I should resign from my position as bishop because of this incident.

The northerners have long been considered a thorn in the side of the Vatican.

"…But that's okay."

Still, it worked.

Because in the end, this letter ended up in my hands.

If you want to achieve a greater cause, sometimes you have to know when to retreat.

"A knight with dragon's blood could end Ramashthu's life."

I always wanted to walk the right path.

There was a time when I believed I could do that.

However, Pedro had long realized that the world cannot always walk a straight path.

The path to God's will is not always bright.

"It was incredibly rewarding."

A letter brought by a priest.

At the bottom of the small piece of paper was the seal of the Dragulia family.With them, we can once again show the foolish northerners the bright light of the Holy See.

***

"How is it? Have you thought about it?"

Vlad passed by the town hall and visited Goethe, who was working in the stables.

"You've done it before. Let's do something big together."

"I'm not sure being expelled from Soara is a big deal."

Goethe was speechless at his suggestion, but he didn't seem particularly offended.

In any case, he was in a situation where he was being expelled, and from Goethe's perspective, that meant giving up his stable job.

It was a situation that anyone could understand.

"I've said what I wanted to. Of course, the decision is yours."

"…."

Goethe was clearly a useful person.

Unlike Vlad, who had been confined to Soara for most of his life, Goethe had a wide range of knowledge as he had wandered from place to place, and he was also a versatile person who could perform a variety of jobs.

However, being useful is not the same as being necessary.

Because everything he could do, Vlad could also do.

"I'm planning to leave early tomorrow morning. If you change your mind, I'll see you at the gate."

"…"

I know he tried to take advantage of himself as an opportunity to rise to a higher place.

However, even though it started as a superficial scheme, he was the one who stood by me until the end in times of crisis, so I approached him with all my heart.

Even if Goethe rejects the offer, it will be his last courtesy.

"Are you leaving already?"

"I've taken care of all my business here."

Even if Goethe doesn't come and I end up alone, it won't matter.

Because now I have the qualifications to stand alone no matter where I am.

The back of Vlad, who turned without hesitation, said that.

***

At the end, I couldn't meet with Joseph.

I wanted to bid a final farewell before leaving, but as an outcast no better than a criminal, that wasn't allowed.

Distinction between public and private like a sword.

Joseph even declined his greetings to avoid giving an inch of justification until the end, but the reason he still wasn't offended was probably because he learned a lot from him.

"I spoke with the Kannor family. Harven will bring the fish from Sturma on his boat when the river thaws."

"Have you already found a business partner?"

"If possible, we should prepare for the next task."

Always think ahead.

Always prepare for the worst.

Now that he had to be alone, Vlad decided to take seriously the advice he had learned from Joseph and Jager.

"Otar. He'll assist Harven's business. Having him by his side will help."

"Mmm."

He gave Harven, who had a boat, a connection with the Kannor family, and placed Otar by his side in case of an unexpected situation.

It may be just the two of us may not be enough, but since it's still a small business and there will be people available to help, I think it will be possible.

"But what about you? If you're going to be out, you'll need money, right?"

"I won't need that much. Sometimes I've lived without money."

Vlad quietly pulled out ten shiny gold coins from his pocket, which now only had 18 gold coins left, and handed them to Harven.

"With this, we could help some of the kids out there. Bosses usually do something like this around this time."

"Ah, I understand..."

In the past, when there were five bosses, when a season like this came around where it was hard to make a living, each boss would collect food to eat in the alleys.

It may have been nothing more than a formality to garner public support and solidify the base, but indeed, there were people who survived thanks to the food they provided.

"Now that there are only two bosses, the kids outside are starving."

"Well. You're right."

The belief that if you're weak you'll be trampled and that you must fight to survive remains the same.

However, as remote as it may be, it would be prudent to at least take care of the children.

Moreover, these days, the eyes of the children looking at him remained trampled.

"...The kids keep looking at me."

"I know."

I decided to do it because I could and was in a position where I needed to.

I decided to voluntarily give about 10 gold coins for the children who looked at the knight who was born and raised in the alley.

If that's the case, at least no child will starve this winter.

"I think it's all done now..."

Now that he had taken care of all the alley children, he had almost finished everything he had to do.

"But not until the end."

Vlad's eyes were focused on a room on the fourth floor.

It was Zemina's room, whom he had dragged right next door, saying he would block out the conversation with his voice.

***

"I'll buy it for you later when I receive payment."

There was a time when I stood in the mud of the road and looked at the old blacksmith's sword.

"You said it only costs 5 gold coins, right?"

As I stared at the shiny sword, there was a red-haired girl who was always by my side.

Faced with the cruel choice of being a damned beggar or a prostitute selling her body, Zemina smiled and said she would buy him a sword.

"Do you think your body is worth 5 gold coins?"

"Even if you buy it for me, it's damn foolishness."

Amid jokes and teasing, the boy and the girl laughed, but in reality, no one was laughing.

For those who lived in the alleys, even protecting someone was a luxury. However, Zemina handed over a sword.

The abundant red hair shown in exchange for the sword was like the last weapon for Zemina, who had nothing.

The sword she bought with the tears of the girl that day made him a knight.

Perhaps all the achievements with the sword up to now were thanks to Zemina.

"Where are we going?"

"It's later than I thought."

"...Aren't you going to answer?"

Vlad went out, carrying Zemina, who was locked in the room, over his shoulder, and quickly ran through the alley.

"Let's run a little."

"...Do as you wish."

Zemina buried her face behind Vlad's back, probably because she was embarrassed by her swollen eyes.

He could feel Vlad's breath through the cold winter wind.

"So, do your best."

"What?"

They used to run away, but now they have been expelled.

I thought I would finally stay, but for no reason I did something stupid and created this division.

Zemina felt neither sadness nor anger at the proximity of another separation, but only heavy emotions.

"Here. Is this the place?"

"...Where are we?"

He couldn't even put on his shoes because he was suddenly dragged out.

The place Vlad took him to for a long time was not the alley he usually saw, but the central square in the center of Soara.

"Is the door closed?"

If they were in an alley, it's time to turn on the lights, but if you're an ordinary person, it's time to close your business and go home.

Still, Vlad only had time today, so it was inevitable.

If I had known they would kick me out like this, I should have asked in advance.

Boom! Boom!

"Open the door!"

"Hey! Are you crazy? What are you doing!"

"Owner! I told you to open the door!"

"The guards are watching!"

The guards patrolling approached Vlad, who was banging on the door.

The alley girl, who always had no choice but to cower in fear in front of the guards, felt embarrassed and grabbed Vlad by the nape of the neck and shook him, but in reality, there was nothing more to be done.

"What does it matter? I'm a knight."

"...Ah."

I could have confidence even in front of the guards, whom I always feared.

Now, Vlad has become someone who can at least protect Zemina, who is standing behind him.

"Who is it at this hour?"

"I booked something, didn't I? Are you finished?"

"...Please come in, Mr. Vlad."

No one could treat Zemina carelessly when she was with Vlad.

It wasn't just fear, but Vlad's authority and honor that made it so.

The shop is open again, even though business hours have passed.

Zemina couldn't keep her mouth shut in the brightly lit shop, just like the sudden change in attitude of the owner.

"Wow."

Looking at the countless clothes surrounding her.

Wonderful fabrics that made me feel like I was stepping on cold ground even though I was barefoot.

"But why did you come here?"

This was the most famous tailor in Soara.

"It was finished, but you arrived late, so I was planning to give it to you tomorrow."

"I'm sorry for being late. Let's put it on now."

Instead of answering Zemina's question, Vlad simply waved his hand.

"For me?"

"Who else here would wear this little dress but you?"

Zemina's eyes naturally turned to where Vlad's hand was pointing.

"Give it a try."

A dress swaying in the hands of the tailor.

The bright red color, luxuriously dyed, suited Zemina's hair well.

***

I opened the door of the jewelry shop and received a necklace and earrings.

I passed by the tanner's house and received a pair of bright red shoes.

I brought the cosmetics I had ordered and an elegant fan from the jewelry shop.

"When I saw it at that moment, it looked good."

"..."

Vlad was taking the items I had reserved one by one and putting them on Zemina.

As dusk loomed over Soara's square, the place grew darker, but Zemina's outfit shone even brighter than before.

"I made it just the right size because it looks like you won't grow anymore."

"How crazy."

"Now wear your own clothes instead of borrowing from Marcella."

Vlad reminded her.

That time when Zemina came with a bright red dress to bring the black horse.

At that moment, she wasn't a street girl saying she would sell her body, but a lady anyone could recognize.

"...How much does all this cost?"

Since I borrowed something from someone else, there's no discomfort anymore.

The dresses and accessories made exclusively for the girl made Zemina shine even more than I had seen that day.

"Probably around 5 gold coins."

"How could it be 5 gold coins?"

Zemina grabbed the hem of her skirt and smiled as if it were ridiculous.

I'm not sure because I've never bought it, but a dress made of bright red velvet would easily cost more than 5 gold.

"Alright. It's pretty."

Vlad put both hands on his hips and looked proud.

It was hard to believe she was a woman who had been crying in her room a moment ago.

"I wish I had done my hair, but I was too busy."

A week was a very busy time for arranging things I had decided to do up to now.

Still, I was glad to have been able to use Soara's last night entirely for Zemina.

"Here."

"What's this?"

Vlad nodded as if he were finished and handed Zemina a piece of cloth.

"This is the handkerchief I made."

A rough handkerchief that doesn't match the bright dresses and jewelry the woman is wearing.

It was a handkerchief that Zemina had personally made for Vlad, with someone's name clearly engraved on it.

"I didn't know, but they said nobles do this."

Vlad knelt when he saw Zemina looking at the handkerchief he had made.

"...What are you doing?"

The aristocratic manners he severely learned from Oksana.

Zemina was bewildered by Vlad's sudden actions, but there was an elegance that couldn't be expressed in words in each of his appearances.

"Could you please give me your handkerchief? Lady."

Although she wasn't born with noble blood, the girl was something Vlad had to protect and repay.

And a woman whom a knight must protect naturally deserves the title of Lady.

And Zemina was a qualified woman.

"You can give it to me now."

"Eh? Yes."

Zemina calmly handed him a handkerchief with her name engraved on it.

When Vlad asked for a handkerchief, I felt a seriousness that I couldn't dare to refuse.

"…"

There are two ways for a knight to receive a handkerchief from a lady.

One way is to receive it with the tip of the sword.

The other way is to receive it hand to hand.

"...Why are you looking at me like that?"

Vlad looked at the dirty back of Zemina's hand that he held.

Although it looked different from Alicia's soft hands, it was still a hand that he couldn't help but feel affection for.

"Make sure to apply what I bought you on your hands."

"If I wash the dishes anyway, it'll come off."

While Zemina laughed as if it were absurd, Vlad also started to laugh with her.

Now we don't have to hide our feelings with laughter anymore.

In an empty square with no one around.

A knight knelt before the Lady.

Their handkerchief passed from hand to hand, and although Zemina didn't know it, Vlad made a silent oath as he willingly assumed responsibility.

It was a vow to protect her.

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