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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 103

Chapter 103

In⁠ short, he had‌ no sense of⁠​‍ brotherhood—he was saying​ Lucian should use‍​​ them and discard​ them as any⁠⁠ sovereign pleased.

It‍ was an extremely⁠‌ cold stance, but‌​ looking at it‌ more closely, it⁠ was also a very reasonable way⁠‌‌ to go about‍​​ things.

They‌ had just barely​‍ laid the foundation‌ for mages to‍‌ rise again. And‍ yet, to protect‌ the incompetent just⁠‌​ because they were‌ “his people” and‌‌​ allow them to‌ form a faction?⁠​

‘The⁠ rebellion from 300​ years ago would‍⁠ repeat itself.’

They​​ had been persecuted‌ for centuries despite​⁠⁠ possessing the talent‌‍ to recreate miracles.​​⁠ Even a mediocre‍⁠‌ mage would naturally​ develop some resentment​‍ and a desire‍‍ for compensation.

It‍ wouldn’t be surprising​⁠ if, starting with⁠‌ Colin—the first to‌⁠ be appointed—they began‌⁠ making demands. But⁠ Colin had drawn‍ a clear line‌‌ to avoid potential‍ sources of future​‌‌ instability.

‘Good.’‌

Lucian‍‌⁠ didn’t know whether‍‌ those words came‌ from careful calculation‍ or sincere conviction.‌‍

But​ either way, he​ was fully satisfied.​ Colin wasn’t swearing‍⁠​ loyalty as part​ of a group⁠ called “mages,” but​‌‍ as an individual,‍‌​ directly to Lucian.​‌

Even⁠⁠ if they were‌ mages, if any​​ of them ever​​‌ harmed Lucian, Colin‍‌ himself would cut​⁠‌ them off at​⁠‌ the root.

“Your‍ title will be‍ Chief Mage.”

“…!”‍

“If​​ you know your‌‍​ history, you know‍ what that post⁠⁠⁠ is. Or do‌ I need to‍​⁠ explain it?”

“N-no,⁠​ that won’t be‌⁠‌ necessary!”

Colin‌‍‍ quickly replied, bit‍​ his tongue, and⁠⁠‌ writhed in pain.‍‍ With tears forming‌⁠‍ in his eyes,⁠‍ the title continued‍‌​ to echo in​‍ his mind.

‘Chief⁠ Mage…’

A position that, 300⁠‍ years ago, only​‌ existed in major‍​​ houses—marquisates or higher—that​‌ employed numerous mages.⁠‌⁠

It‍ was the role⁠ that oversaw all‌‍‌ contracted mages and⁠​ represented the most‌​ skilled mage in​‍‍ the household. Even‌⁠ the empire, which‌‌‍ still retained some‍ mages, had abolished​ the position.

‘Is‌‌ it really okay‌⁠‌ for me to⁠‌ take this position‍‌​ right off the‌ bat? The mages⁠ who come after​‍ will complain…’

With​ a hint of⁠‍‌ unease, Colin spoke​ cautiously.

“Y-your‌⁠​ Highness, but the‌​ title of Chief⁠ Mage is usually​ determined by skill⁠‍‍ and competence…”

“Don’t‍​ you trust your‌​ skill?”

“Of​ course I do!⁠⁠‌ I may not⁠​‌ look like it,​ but I’m a magister!”

“Magister?”‍⁠

“It’s​‌ the mage hierarchy.‍ After apprentice and‍ adept, you advance‍ to mage, then‍⁠⁠ magister, and finally‌ magus.”

Lucian‍​‌ tilted his head.​⁠

According‍​ to that, a magister was just‍‌ a veteran—not an‌ absolute master.

And⁠ yet he claimed⁠​ to deserve the‍ post based on​⁠‌ ability? Noticing Lucian’s‌ doubtful look, Colin‍‌ sighed.

“Your‍‍‌ Highness, the witch‌ hunts lasted 300​‌‍ years. These days,​ most schools don’t‍​‌ even retain the​⁠ basic knowledge to‍ identify a mage.”⁠‌‌

“Ah…‌ I see.”

In‌‍​ a world where‌‍‍ sword techniques were⁠ nearly extinct, someone‌ who mastered even‌‌‌ a mediocre style⁠‍ would be called‌⁠‍ a sword master.​⁠‍

In​ that context, even‌ a “veteran” like‍‍ Colin was an‍ incredibly rare talent.⁠​‍

What‍‌‍ was truly admirable‌ was that the‍‍‍ Celestial School had​​⁠ managed to preserve‌​ that knowledge.

“In⁠ any case, if‍‌ you trust your‌⁠ skill, all the‌‌‌ better. That way⁠​ you can silence⁠ complaints with results.”‍​​

“That’s‍ true, but…”

“If⁠ it worries you⁠​‌ that much, take​ this.”

Lucian‍ pulled out the​ nectar and shook⁠ it in front​‌‍ of Colin.

The⁠⁠⁠ liquid glowed faintly,‍​ and Colin flinched.‍

“W-what‌ is that?”

“Nectar.”​​⁠

“A‍ lofty name. And‌⁠ as beautiful as​‍​ it sounds.”

“Before‌ I give it⁠​ to you, let​⁠‌ me ask something.​‌ I’ve heard that​⁠​ mages use mana,‌‍⁠ just like knights.⁠‌⁠ So, would a medicine good for‍​⁠ a knight also‍⁠​ be good for​ a mage?”

“Of‌⁠‌ course.”

Colin​⁠‌ smiled wryly.

“Mages​‌ don’t learn both⁠‌ magic and swordsmanship⁠‍ because they conflict—but​ because human life‍‌ isn’t long enough​⁠​ to master both,​‍ and switching between‍‍ how one manipulates‌⁠​ power causes confusion.”⁠⁠

“Then⁠ what if there‍ were a potion‌ that greatly enhanced‌ the mana path⁠⁠ without going through⁠⁠‍ the knight’s circulation?”‌

“That‌‌ would be a miraculous potion. It‌ would make mana⁠ control easier without‌‌ causing confusion. Every‌‍ mage would leap‍‌‌ at it… although,‍ naturally, such a potion shouldn’t exist.”⁠​‌

Lucian‍‍​ smiled faintly and‍ handed him the‍‌‌ nectar.

Colin​ took it uncertainly‌​ and looked at⁠⁠‌ Lucian, confused.

“What‌‌ kind of potion‌ is this, for​​ you to make​ such a fuss‌‍⁠ before handing it​‌‌ over?”

“A⁠​‌ miraculous potion.”

“Huh?”‌‌⁠

“Drink​‌ it. And while‍‍ you’re at it,‍ think about how​‌​ you can help‍ me as Chief​ Mage.”

Lucian⁠‌ said that and​​ left the room.‍‌

Colin⁠‍ stared suspiciously at​⁠ the nectar for⁠‍ a few seconds,‍‌ then unsealed the‍‍ vial and drank⁠ it all in‌‌ one go.

Shortly‍‌‍ afterward, a sound​​ rang from the​‍ room—one couldn’t tell‌​​ whether it was​ a scream or​⁠ a howl.

***⁠

The‌‍‍ news that Glenn​ had returned to⁠ the capital made​ the northern nobles‍⁠‌ begin preparing their‍​⁠ departure.

If‌‍ the inspector, the⁠‌​ representative of the‍⁠ Empire, had already‌‌​ left, there was​ no reason to‌‌ stay any longer;‌⁠⁠ they wouldn’t get⁠​ any new information.⁠‍‌

Moreover,⁠​ Norvek, with his‍‍‌ blood boiling, had‍‌‍ managed to escape​‍⁠ from prison.

‘If‌ I leave my​‍​ territory empty too​ long, that old​⁠ man might be​‌ plotting something again.’‌​‌

‘If‌ he shows hostility,⁠​ that would still⁠‍ be acceptable. But‍ if he approaches‍⁠ with good intentions,⁠ he’ll only cause‍ misunderstandings.’

‘We’ve⁠ already obtained all‌ the information we⁠​‍ could. It’s time⁠ to go back‍‍ and think about‍‌ our next move.’⁠​

Lucian‌ didn’t try to​⁠ stop the nobles‌‌ who were leaving.⁠​ The political board‍⁠ of the north‌ was already set,​‌​ and they had⁠‌​ accepted it as⁠ well.

Once​ they recognized Lucian⁠​‌ as the undisputed‍ victor, there was‌​ no point in⁠‍‍ forcing them to⁠​ stay.

‘There‌ were several unexpected​⁠ turns along the‌⁠ way, but even‍‍ so, everything ended​‌ quite well.’

He⁠ had gotten everything⁠‌ he could from‌ the emperor, and‌​‌ the contact had‍‌‌ been cut at​​​ just the right​​ moment. Even if⁠⁠‌ there was a small margin of‍‌‌ error, he could⁠‌‍ say he had‍​ achieved all his​⁠ final goals.

Lucian​​⁠ was smiling, satisfied​ with the result,⁠ when—

Bang!‌

“My​​‍ lord!”

“Th-this‍ is serious!”

Three​ vassals burst into‌‍‍ the room with‍⁠​ completely pale faces.‌​‌ Lucian looked at‌ them with an‍ awkward expression.

That‌‍⁠ Hugo and Raymond‍ reacted like this‍⁠ was understandable, but‌‍ even Felicia looked‍⁠⁠ the same.

“What‌‍ happened now?”

“Th-the‍ Swordmaster… Lord Eisen‍​‍ is coming here!”⁠

“What?”‍​​

Lucian‌ stood up abruptly‍ without realizing it.‍ The Swordmaster Eisen‍ Brightner was coming‌ to the north?‌​‌

He​‌​ turned his head‍ with a stunned‌​⁠ look, and Felicia,‍ as pale as‌ the others, nodded.‌​

“It’s‌ not just rumors.‌ There are too‌⁠​ many direct witnesses.⁠​ It seems my⁠ father really is‌ coming here.”

“But​​ why?”

“I’m​ not entirely sure.‍ According to the⁠⁠ rumors, they say‌⁠‍ he’s coming to⁠​ see me…”

Felicia‍​ left the sentence‌​‍ hanging. Lucian nodded‍‌⁠ slowly.

The‌⁠ Eisen they knew⁠‍⁠ hated noise and⁠‍‌ ostentation. If he‍‌‌ had really come‌ just to see‌⁠ Felicia, he would’ve‌⁠ done so quietly,​‍ without causing such​ a commotion.

And‌‌‌ yet, he was​ doing the exact‍⁠ opposite: announcing his‌ presence to the⁠ four winds and​‌ revealing his destination.⁠

“Then​​​ there are only‌‍‌ two possibilities. Either‍​ someone forced him⁠​ to come, or‌⁠ Eisen himself decided⁠​​ it was necessary.”‌

“…The​⁠⁠ first is impossible.‍‌ The only person‌​ who could give‌‍‌ orders to the⁠‍‍ Swordmaster was the⁠​ Grand Duke, and‍‌ he’s already passed‍‌​ away.”

“That’s‍‍⁠ true. Then it​​⁠ must be the⁠ second option. But⁠⁠ what could have‌⁠‍ happened for him‌⁠ to…?”

Lucian‍ froze mid-sentence. The‌ other vassals seemed‍‍⁠ to reach the‍ same conclusion at‍​ the same time.‌‌

The⁠⁠ Swordmaster only had⁠⁠‍ one reason to⁠‍​ leave the family​‍⁠ he had served⁠ for so long.⁠

‘Rebellion.’‌

If​⁠‍ he judged that⁠​ the new lord⁠‍ wasn’t worthy of⁠​‍ his loyalty, even​​ a Swordmaster would​‍ leave.

The​‌ problem wasn’t that‌ judgment, but how​⁠‌ fast he had⁠‍ come north.

It‍⁠ was way too‌​‌ fast.

Unless​⁠ Jordi had learned‌‍‌ about Sigmund’s death‍⁠⁠ almost at the⁠ same time as‌⁠ Lucian.

“Jordi,​‌ that damn bastard.”‌‌

Lucian‌‌ clenched his fist‍‌ so tightly it‍​​ looked like he‌​ might crush it.⁠⁠ In that instant,‌‌ suspicion turned into‌‍⁠ certainty.

Raymond,​ Felicia, and Hugo‌​‍ showed similar reactions.‍ With different nuances,​​ but all of​⁠ them had received⁠‌ favors from the‍‌ Grand Duke. And‍⁠‍ now, discovering that⁠‌ he had died⁠‍​ from a conspiracy‍‌‌ by his own​‍ son…

“Th-that⁠‌⁠ second young master…‌ seriously…”

Raymond⁠⁠‍ couldn’t finish his‍‌‍ sentence, his brows​​ trembling with rage.‌​‌ He had served⁠ under Sigmund longer​‍‍ than anyone, so⁠‌ his fury ran‌⁠⁠ deep.

Lucian​‍ restrained his boiling‍ blood and spoke‌⁠ with forced calm.​​

“When‍‍‌ the day comes⁠‍​ that I kill​ that bastard Jordi,⁠‌​ I’ll let you‍ have one of⁠​​ his limbs. But​‍ for now, focus⁠ on this.”

“…Yes.‌ Waiting for that⁠ day can also‌ be a form‌⁠ of entertainment.”

“Alcohol‌‌ and revenge gain⁠⁠ flavor the longer‍ they’re left to‌‍ mature.”

With‍‌ various excuses, the‍ group set the‌ topic of Jordi⁠​⁠ aside. Venting wouldn’t​‍​ affect him at‍ all. Instead of‌ wasting time cursing​‍‌ him, what mattered​⁠‌ was figuring out‌ what was really‌​ happening in the⁠ family.

‘First,⁠‌⁠ I need to‍​ send someone to⁠‍ check the situation.’​‌

If⁠‌‍ they waited for​ the Swordmaster to‌⁠⁠ arrive while being‌ honored all along​‌ the way, it​​⁠ would take forever.​ It was best⁠⁠ to send someone‍‌​ first and get‌⁠​ information as soon‍​⁠ as possible.

“Hugo,‍‍ you go receive‌ Lord Eisen.”

“Huh!?​‌‌ Me?”

Hugo‌‍​ pointed to himself‌ with a stunned​ expression. He had‍ beside him a knightess who had​ served in the​​ same family and⁠⁠ the Swordmaster’s adopted​ daughter—so why him?‍

“I’ve​⁠‍ never even spoken​ to Lord Eisen!”⁠

“But‌‍‌ you did speak‌‌‍ to everyone else.”⁠‌‌

“Eh?​ What do you⁠ mean by that?”⁠

“I‍ want you to‍ see if Hans⁠‌‌ and Ian are⁠‍ with him. And‌ while you’re at‍ it, also see‍⁠​ if any of‌ the people who⁠ were under your​ command are there​‍ too.”

“…!”‍

Hugo’s‍‌​ eyes widened as‌​‌ he understood the‌ meaning.

“You’re​ saying you think‍ those guys are‌​ with Lord Eisen?”​

“Most​ likely. I don’t‌ know if it’s​‌​ both or just​⁠ one.”

Otherwise,⁠ there’d be no⁠⁠ reason to cause‌‍​ so much commotion.⁠ Though old, Swordmaster​‌⁠ Eisen was a monster capable of‍ taking on an‌​​ entire knightly order‌ by himself. Jordi​⁠‍ was no match​‌ for him.

“If⁠‌⁠ Sir Eisen had​‌ come alone, he​⁠ would’ve arrived quietly.‍‌ If someone pursued​⁠​ him or tried​‌​ anything shady, he‍​‌ would’ve cut them‌​ down with his⁠ sword, simple as‍​ that.”

And​⁠⁠ yet, he was​⁠​ spreading his name⁠​​ in every direction.​‍ He was drawing‌⁠ attention with the‌ uproar and using​⁠ his reputation to⁠ prevent others from​‍ trying anything sneaky.‌

If‌​​ he didn’t have‌⁠ to worry about​‍⁠ anyone else, he‍‍‌ wouldn’t act like​ that.

‘The‍​​ only burden Eisen‍ could have are‍ the guys who⁠⁠⁠ were under my‌‍⁠ command.’

Other‍‌⁠ knights he would‌ let decide for‌​ themselves, and he‍ had no reason‍​‍ to rescue servants.‌‌​ From Lucian’s perspective,‍ the most likely⁠⁠ scenario was that‌​‍ Hans or Ian⁠⁠‍ were with Eisen.‌⁠⁠

It⁠‌‌ was just a guess, of course,​‌⁠ until confirmed directly.⁠

“That’s‍ why I’m sending⁠‍​ you. Only you‌​ can accurately count‍‌ how many are⁠⁠​ with him.”

“A-ah,‌ I see…”

Indeed,​⁠‍ for that task,‍​⁠ no one was​‍ better than Hugo.​⁠ Raymond, being a knight by birth,​‌⁠ didn’t remember all​ the servants’ faces,​ and Felicia had‍‌ only recently become​​​ a vassal.

The⁠‌ only one who​ could know exactly​‌ who had been⁠‌ rescued and who​ had stayed behind​​‌ was Hugo.

Just‌‍⁠ when Lucian was​‍‍ about to give​ the final order,​ he suddenly remembered‍​​ something else.

‘Wait—then‌​​ what about Torkel⁠‍ and Lesta, whom⁠​‍ I sent earlier?’​

They⁠​ had been sent‌⁠‌ to escort Hans,​⁠ Ian, and the‌​ others if they‌ showed up. But‌‌‌ if the target​‌ of that escort‌ was now calmly‍ traveling with the‍‌ Swordmaster, then—

Rather⁠​‌ than fulfilling their⁠ mission, they might​ end up looking⁠​ like simple tagalongs​‍⁠ who had gone​ to see the​ Swordmaster.

“…If⁠ that turns out⁠ to be the​‌ case, I’ll have​ to console them⁠ when they return.”⁠⁠‌

Lucian⁠ murmured that while‍‌‍ remembering Lesta’s bright⁠ eyes when he​ had run out⁠⁠‌ eagerly to complete​ the mission.

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