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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 104

Chapter 104

Lucian‌⁠⁠ sent Hugo toward‍​​ the place where​⁠ the rumors about​⁠‍ Eisen were coming⁠ from and then​‌⁠ calmly waited for‌⁠‍ a response.

He‌ had already finished​ everything he needed‌‌ to do, so​⁠⁠ instead of acting‌ rashly, it was‍⁠ time to observe‌ the situation until‍‌ a clear result​‌ appeared.

‘The​ same goes for​‌‌ the magicians still​ in hiding and‍ for Norvek, who​‌ escaped not long​ ago. Right now,​ the ones in‍​⁠ a hurry aren’t‍⁠‌ me, but them.’​⁠

As⁠⁠ long as Lucian​​ held the initiative,​​ it was enough‌ to observe the⁠‌​ enemy’s reactions and‍⁠‍ respond calmly. The‌ more desperate a person is, the‍​ more easily they​⁠⁠ make mistakes.

However,⁠ there was still​‌ one matter left‍‌ to settle.

“Sir‍ Lothier, what do‍ you plan to⁠​ do now?”

“…”​‌

The⁠ former captain of​ Asagrim’s garrison, Lothier,‍‌⁠ couldn’t answer Lucian’s‍⁠​ question. And it⁠ wasn’t surprising—he didn’t⁠ know what he⁠​​ should do from‍‍​ this point on.⁠​

Lucian⁠​​ sighed exaggeratedly on‌‌ purpose and spoke.‍

“Just‌⁠ to be clear,‍⁠ your positions have‌‍‍ already been revoked.‌​‌ You’re no longer‍‌ under my command​​ nor fulfilling any‌⁠‍ imperial mission. At⁠ this moment, you’re‌⁠ nothing more than​ an armed group​‍⁠ without any purpose.”⁠

“…I⁠ know.”

“Then⁠⁠ this will go⁠‌ faster. It’s time⁠ for you to​⁠ decide. Disarm and‍‍ remain in Asagrim,⁠‍ or keep your‍‍‌ weapons and leave​​‌ for another territory?”⁠​​

Lothier‌ clenched his teeth.​​ Disarming was absolutely⁠​ out of the​‌​ question. The garrison‌ had already lost‌⁠ imperial support and‍ was essentially nothing.‌‍‌ If they handed‌‌‌ over their weapons‍‌‍ too, they wouldn’t​​‌ even be able‍ to protect themselves.‍⁠

‘Damn‌ it… If I had known it​ would end like‍‌ this, I should’ve‌‍ at least earned‌‍ the people’s favor.‌ I only clung​ to my pride,​ and now I’m⁠​ surrounded by enemies.’​‌‌

He‌ regretted his past,‌‍​ in which he‍‌​ had never avoided⁠‍ conflict with the​‍‍ northern people.

If‌‌‍ you only counted​‍ the pilgrims mistreated‌‍ because of him,‌‍ the number would​⁠ be equal to‍​​ entire villages.

Now‍ that contact with‍ the Empire had‌​ been cut off,​​ even if a fraction of them‌​ sought revenge, the‍ result would be​⁠ disastrous.

‘Even⁠ if we manage​ to leave the‍⁠‌ north alive, it’s‌‌‍ still a problem.⁠‍ Without supplies, how‍ are we supposed⁠​ to reach Tibron?’​​

As​​ Lucian had said,‍‌⁠ the garrison was​‌ nothing more than​ an unaffiliated armed​‍ group—well-equipped, but with⁠​ no support. If‌​​ they moved as‌ a group, no‍ territory would accept‌‍⁠ them.

To​⁠‍ secure food and​‌‌ shelter in other​‍​ lands, they’d have​‍ no choice but‌‌​ to disband and⁠‍ scatter.

The⁠‍ real problem was‌‍ that the guards’‌‍‍ safety wasn’t guaranteed⁠‍⁠ during their return.‌

‘I’m⁠​ not even expecting⁠​⁠ cooperation from neighboring‍ lords. It’d be‌‍‍ enough for the​‍ Empire to show‌‌‌ some outrage if‍ something happened to‌ one of the‌⁠ guards…’

But​ no matter how‍‍ much he thought‌​‍ about it, the⁠⁠⁠ current Empire didn’t‌ seem capable of​​​ that. They were‍⁠ barely providing the​‌‍ bare minimum support​​ needed for a safe return.

Would​​ they really bother‍​ to do something‍‌​ that required even‍‌⁠ more effort?

“Haven’t‌‍ you made a decision yet?”

At‌⁠⁠ Lucian’s insistence, Lothier⁠‍‌ shut his eyes​‍ tightly. After a moment, now resolved,‌‌​ he raised his⁠​‍ gaze and met⁠ Lucian’s.

“Your​‍⁠ Highness, I have​ a request. Please​ allow me and⁠⁠⁠ the other guards​‌‌ to stay here⁠​ indefinitely, until the‌⁠ Empire returns to‌⁠ normal.”

“Denied.​​ Do you think‍​⁠ that makes any⁠ sense?”

“Then‍​‍ in exchange, I’ll‍‍ reveal Asagrim’s secret.”⁠

“Asagrim’s​ secret?”

Lucian​‌ flinched at those‌‌⁠ unexpected words. Did​‍‌ this man know‍‌‌ something about a royal family relic?​‍

“You’ve⁠⁠⁠ probably seen the​⁠‍ barrier-generating device I said I had‌ discovered some time​ ago. In truth,⁠ Asagrim’s defensive functions​ aren’t limited to​ that; there are‌​ still several more.”‌‍‍

“…Oh.”‌

Lucian‌‌ sighed inwardly with‌⁠‌ relief, but his​⁠‍ eyes lit up.⁠​ It wasn’t a royal relic, but⁠ forgotten functions lost‍ over time.

“I‍‍​ found them by​​⁠ chance. I only⁠‍⁠ verified and hid​ them, so the⁠​‌ other guards know⁠‍ nothing.”

“I‌ don’t need them.”​

“I⁠ figured. But for‌ me to speak…”‍

“Huh?”​

“I​⁠ said I don’t‌‍⁠ need them. That’s​⁠⁠ enough. Leave.”

Lothier​‌ opened and closed‍⁠ his mouth, stunned‍ by the unexpected⁠‌ reply. Seeing this,​ Lucian showed a faint smile.

“Did‍⁠​ you think I’d​‍​ beg you to⁠‍‌ tell me? Sorry,⁠⁠ but I have‌⁠ no intention of⁠‌‍ doing so. I won’t resort to‍​⁠ torture or moral​ speeches. Just keep‌‌ your secret. That’s‍​ all I ask.”⁠‍

“Y-Your‌⁠⁠ Highness! Please, listen‍‍​ to me for​ a moment! This‌ isn’t something to​ be taken lightly!”⁠​

“I’m⁠‍ the one who‌‍ decides what’s important,‍ not you.”

“Your‌⁠‍ Highness!”

“If‍‍ you can’t give‍ me an answer,​⁠ I’ll get up⁠⁠‍ now. I’ll give⁠ you a bit⁠​ more time, so⁠ I expect you⁠⁠​ to respond properly​‌ by then.”

Lucian​‌​ coldly dismissed Lothier,‍ who was trying⁠ to cling to⁠‌⁠ him.

When‌‌ he stepped into‌‍‍ the hallway of‍‌​ the White Palace,⁠​‍ a cold smile‌​ spread across Lucian’s‌‍ lips.

‘How‍ ridiculous. Negotiate with​‌‌ me? What do​​ I have to⁠‍‍ regret?’

There‌ were no enemies‌‌ capable of launching‍​⁠ a siege immediately,‌ and no risk‍ to the White‍ Palace. The only‌ one openly opposing‍⁠ Lucian, Norvek, was⁠ about to self-destruct​‌ on his own.‍‍

Even​ if nothing was⁠ said, a careful‌‍ investigation could be⁠⁠​ done later.

If⁠ he knew nothing​ about magic, that​‌ would be a problem—but he had‍⁠ Colin and was‌‌ planning to hire⁠ more mages.

‘For​ me, just knowing⁠‌⁠ that this castle‌‍ still has more​‍ defensive functions is‍ enough.’

Maybe‍ Lothier thought he‍⁠ was offering a tempting bait, but‌‍⁠ to Lucian, it‍‍ was just nonsense.‍ Why bite into‌‍⁠ bait with your⁠‌ mouth when you‌‌⁠ can just take‌ it with your⁠‌ hand?

And‌ above all, the⁠‍​ one in need​ wasn’t Lucian, but‌⁠ Lothier. As long‍ as Lucian did​​⁠ nothing, the situation​‌⁠ would continue tilting‍⁠ in his favor,‍‌ so there was⁠ no reason to‍‍ accept a deal⁠​‌ immediately.

‘How‌​ long will it‍⁠ take before his​​ attitude shifts from‌ negotiation to begging?’⁠‍

If​ he realized that‌​ with time, the⁠ conditions would only‌​ worsen, it wouldn’t‍ take long. Though,‍⁠⁠ knowing that knight’s‌‍ personality, it was‍ unlikely he would​⁠ return in just⁠​‌ a few days.⁠‌

***⁠​⁠

The⁠⁠ visit of the​ Swordmaster to the⁠ north. It was⁠ an unprecedented event‌‌‍ that turned the‌‍​ north upside down—in​‍ a good way.‌‌

It‍⁠ was a region‍​ where a martial‍⁠ spirit that revered‍​⁠ strength still endured.​ And this wasn’t​‍ just any famous‍ knight, but the‌‌​ Swordmaster, the strongest‍‍⁠ of his era.‌‌​

“The‌⁠‌ Swordmaster is coming​​​ to Asagrim? For​​‍ what purpose?”

“They‍⁠ say the knight⁠‍‌ who was beside‍​ the duke—sorry, His‍‍‌ Highness—was the Swordmaster’s‌ adopted daughter.”

“What?​ So she wasn’t‌⁠‌ just for show,⁠⁠‍ but a real⁠ expert?”

“Not​ only that. They⁠‍ say she’s a genius capable of‌ inheriting the next​‍​ Swordmaster title.”

“Then,​‌ if we go​‍ now and try⁠​‍ to build some‍‌‌ connection…”

“It’s‌‍ too late to⁠⁠ visit him now.‌‍‍ Do you think​ it’s okay to‌‌ leave your territory⁠‍‌ unattended for so‍‌⁠ long?”

“Of‌‌ course not. Damn​​‌ it, nothing ever​​‌ goes smoothly.”

The‌ northern lords, though⁠ full of regret,⁠‌ had no choice‍‌⁠ but to leave​‌​ the White Palace.‍‍​ As heads of​⁠ families and rulers‌⁠⁠ of their lands,‍⁠‌ it was already⁠​ a burden to⁠ remain away for⁠⁠‍ so long.

Once⁠⁠⁠ they departed and‍ Asagrim returned to​‌​ calm, a letter​‍⁠ from Hugo soon‍‌⁠ arrived.

— Hans, Ian, and​‍‍ some men who‌ used to serve⁠​ under me are‌ with the Swordmaster.‌ On the way,​​​ they also met‌​​ the two who​‌‌ were sent by‍​ my lord. They’re​‌ hurrying, so they’ll⁠ arrive soon.

“…”​⁠‍

Upon‍⁠‍ hearing the news​‌​ he’d been waiting⁠ for, Lucian let⁠‌ out the breath‌ he’d been holding‍​‌ in.

More‌‍ than anything else,‍‌​ he had wanted​⁠​ Hans and Ian‌⁠‍ to be safe.‌ With his greatest⁠​​ worry lifted, Lucian‌⁠ immediately began preparations​ to receive the‌ Swordmaster’s group.

“The​ Swordmaster hates pomp​‍‌ and flashiness, so‍ we’ll hold a simple ceremony with‌‍ just the Order‍ of the Blue‌⁠‌ Rose Knights. Can‍ I count on​‌ your cooperation?”

“Of‍ course! I’ve been​ hoping to meet‌ him, so I appreciate you suggesting​ it first.”

Gareth,⁠​ commander of the⁠​‍ Order of the‍‌ Blue Rose Knights,‌​ beat his chest‌⁠ with an eager⁠⁠​ expression.

As‍ a knight, he⁠ seemed genuinely thrilled​‌⁠ at the opportunity⁠​‌ to meet the‌‌⁠ Swordmaster in person.​‌​

While‌‌ preparations continued, Lucian‌ also summoned Colin,⁠‌⁠ who had recently​⁠ become the chief​ mage.

“You​​ should come greet‍‌ him as well.”​​⁠

“M-me?”​‍⁠

“You’re​‌‌ now the chief​ mage of Asagrim.‌ Of course I need to introduce​⁠ you.”

“That’s⁠‍‍ true, but…”

Seeing⁠​‍ Colin hesitate with‍ a worried look,‌ Lucian tilted his‌‍ head.

From‍ his behavior, it‍‍‍ seemed he was‌ more uncomfortable with⁠‍ Sir Eisen himself‌⁠ than with the‍ ceremony. At that⁠‌‍ moment, Raymond approached⁠ Lucian and whispered‍‍ in his ear.‍

“Sir​⁠‌ Eisen cooperated multiple⁠⁠‌ times with the‌‍ imperial witch hunts​​⁠ in his youth.”‌‌‌

“…That’s‍​​ new to me.”​⁠‌

“Well,​‍​ it’s not something​⁠ one would brag‌ about. The bad‍ reputation of the⁠‌⁠ witch hunts speaks​ for itself.”

Lucian‌‍ nodded absently. After​ all, there had⁠⁠⁠ been cases where‍ entire territories were⁠ razed just to‌​​ catch a single‌⁠ mage.

Given⁠​‌ Eisen’s personality, which‍ valued honor, it‌​ made sense that​‍‌ he wouldn’t bring‌‍ it up.

‘Though‌​‍ I’ve never heard‍⁠⁠ it from his‍​‍ own mouth, so‌ I don’t really⁠‌ know what he‍‍ thinks about it.’⁠​

Either‌‍⁠ way, now that‌ Colin was working⁠ with Lucian, they‍​ would eventually have⁠‌⁠ to meet.

He‌‍⁠ didn’t want them‌ to avoid each‌‍⁠ other and let⁠⁠ the situation drag‌⁠⁠ on because of⁠⁠​ the past. If⁠‍ Sir Eisen didn’t‌ accept Colin, he’d‍‍‍ deal with it‌​⁠ appropriately when the⁠‌​ time came.

When⁠⁠​ everything was ready,​‍ Lucian stood before‍‌ the white wall⁠‍ waiting for the‍‌ Swordmaster’s arrival.

“Your‌ Highness!”

At⁠​ Felicia’s shout, Lucian​​‌ raised his head.⁠‌ Channeling mana into‌​⁠ his eyes, he​⁠​ spotted several figures⁠‌ approaching from afar.​‍‌

At​⁠ the front were⁠‌‍ Lesta and Torkel,⁠​‍ the ones Lucian‍⁠ had sent. Behind‌​‍ them came Swordmaster​ Eisen, Hans, Ian,⁠ and others.

Eisen,⁠⁠‌ as if he‌‍​ had sensed Lucian’s‍​‍ gaze, gave a faint smile and‌ moved only his⁠​ lips.

— It’s been a long time, third​‍ young master. You‌​‍ look even more⁠​ imposing now.

At⁠‌⁠ Eisen’s manner, identical‌‌​ to when he’d​ left the family,‍ Lucian smiled.

***⁠

The⁠​ ceremony ended in‍‍ the blink of‌ an eye. From​ the beginning, it​ had been planned⁠‌‍ to be simple,⁠​ and there were‍ too many stories​⁠ to catch up⁠‍ on to waste‌⁠​ time on formalities.‍‍

As‍ soon as they⁠ entered the White‍‌ Palace, Lucian dismissed‍ everyone else and‍​‍ exclaimed,

“Thank‌‍ you for coming,‍​ Sir Eisen! And⁠ thank you so​ much for rescuing‌ my retainers!”

“Haha.​ I’m glad I could still be​‍‍ of use to‍‌‌ the third young‌‍ master, even with‌ this old body.⁠‌‍ Ah, no, you’re‌‌ not the third​⁠⁠ young master anymore,​ but His Highness‍ the Duke.”

Eisen‍‍ looked at Lucian​ with a nostalgic⁠‍‌ expression. Not long‍‌​ ago, he had‌‌⁠ been just the​ son of a noble, and now⁠​‍ he was a duke and border​ marquis, addressed as‍​ His Highness.

“It’s‌​​ truly impressive. Your‍​ Highness always exceeds‌​ my expectations.”

“You⁠ flatter me. It’s⁠ not something I achieved with my‍‌ own power alone,‍ but thanks to​ His Majesty the​ Emperor’s generosity.”

“No‌‍ matter how big‌ a piece of​​ meat is, if‌‍‌ the throat is​‍‍ too small, one‍ dies trying to‌​ swallow it. If⁠ His Majesty granted‌​‌ it to you,​⁠ it’s because he‍‌​ judged you to‍⁠ have the proper‍‍ vessel. Surely the‌​ Grand Duke also…”​‍⁠

That’s​ where Eisen trailed⁠ off, his expression‍​ darkening. The Grand‌‌ Duke who had​​⁠ brought them all‌⁠⁠ together was now⁠ gone.

In​‍‍ the heavy silence‌ that followed, Lucian⁠‌⁠ turned to Hans.⁠⁠

“Hans.”‍

“Yes,⁠‌‌ young ma—Your Highness.”​

“What‌ exactly happened? Did​​‍ Jordi really start‌‌ a rebellion?”

Hans​‍ nodded with a grim face.

“I‌‌‍ doubted it myself,⁠​⁠ but in the⁠ end, he did.‌ Though I don’t‍‌ really know how⁠⁠‍ things played out.”​

“What‍‌ do you mean?⁠ Weren’t you at‌ the estate when​ the rebellion broke‌ out?”

“To​⁠‌ be precise, I fled the estate​ before that. They‌​ let me go⁠⁠‌ surprisingly easily, so​⁠⁠ I thought everything⁠​‌ was fine—but suddenly‍ they came after⁠ me and captured‍ me again. I was imprisoned the​‌ whole time until‌‍‍ Sir Eisen helped‌‌ me escape at​ the last minute.”​

Hearing‍​⁠ this, Lucian frowned.⁠⁠ They let him‌‌ go, only to​‌​ chase and capture⁠​ him again?

To‍​‍ Hans and the‍⁠‍ others, it must​‍ have been confusing,‌‍ but Lucian was⁠⁠‌ already forming a clear picture of​​⁠ what had happened.⁠‌

‘That‌ bastard only after​‍ I received Asagrim‌⁠ did he try​⁠‍ to use Hans⁠​‍ as a hostage.’​‌

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