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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 105

Chapter 105

It‍‍‍ wasn’t something strange.⁠ While Lucian had‍ been the third‌​‍ son of House‌ Valdeck, if he‍⁠ were expelled from‌ the family, he‌ would lose his‌ entire support base​‌‍ in one blow.​ For Jordi, it‌‍‍ was enough to‌‍⁠ provoke the rebellion‌‌ and block his​‌‌ return.

But​‌​ the story changed⁠‌​ if Lucian was‍ the lord of‍​​ Asagrim and Duke​⁠ of Grimaldi. Even‍‌ if he were⁠⁠ expelled from the‌‌‌ family, he would‍​ still rule as​ a legitimate feudal‌⁠‌ lord—and would also‍‌​ have plenty to⁠‍ gain.

‘I​ had already anticipated‌‍⁠ all of this.‍‌ It’s not surprising.⁠ There’s only one‍‍ odd thing—the timing⁠‍ of when he​⁠ found out.’

By‍⁠ the time Jordi​ let Hans go⁠ without resistance, Lucian‍⁠ had already received⁠ Asagrim.

Naturally,​ Hans sighed in‍ relief after safely​ leaving the family’s‍ territory.

However,⁠ just as he⁠⁠ was about to⁠⁠‍ reach Asagrim, they‍‍​ sent people to​ capture him again.‌‌

‘If⁠​​ Jordi had learned‌‍‍ of it the⁠‍ moment the imperial‌ edict was issued,​‍ he wouldn’t have​​‌ let him go‍‌‍ at all. And⁠‌ if he had​⁠ learned of it​⁠ after I assumed​⁠​ the title, Hans⁠ would’ve already escaped‍‌‍ to a point‍ beyond reach.’

But‍‌ Jordi received the‍ information at an‍‌ in-between time that​‍ didn’t match either‍ case.

It​ was certainly quick,‌‌‍ but too imprecise⁠⁠​ to be called​‌ real-time. Meanwhile, the‌⁠‌ rebellion had erupted‍​ the very instant‌ Grand Duke Sigmund⁠​ died.

‘It’s​⁠ all out of⁠ sync. Why did‍‍‌ it take so‍⁠‌ long for him⁠‌ to learn I was granted Asagrim,​ but he knew​ of his father’s‍‍⁠ death immediately?’

“Is​​ something troubling you,⁠‌ Your Highness?”

Eisen’s‌​​ voice pulled Lucian‌ out of his⁠‍​ thoughts. Unable to‌ find the answer‌ on his own,‍‌ he decided to‍ take the opportunity⁠ to ask for‍ the others’ opinions.‌

“The​‍​ truth is, Jordi’s⁠‍‌ behavior seems too‌⁠ strange to me.”⁠

“Strange⁠‍ in what way?”‌‌

“If‌‌‍ we go over​ the timing of​⁠‍ when Jordi started⁠⁠⁠ moving, the dates‌‌⁠ on which he‍​​ received information don’t‍ line up.”

Lucian​ calmly explained his‌​ conclusions an oddly⁠ fast but not⁠‌ instant information network;⁠​​ the case of‌⁠ Hans, who was⁠ first let go⁠​ and then recaptured;⁠‌ and the rebellion‌ that began right‌‌​ after the Grand‍ Duke’s death.

The‌ moments he acted‌‍ were so different‌​‍ that it was‌ difficult to draw​‍ any clear conclusion.⁠‍‌

“Don’t‍⁠‍ you think it’s​⁠ odd? I understand‍‍ why he acted,‌⁠⁠ but I can’t⁠ figure out where​‍ he got the⁠ information at such‍​ different times.”

“Hmm…‍ I think I have an idea.”⁠

“Huh?⁠ Really?”

Lucian‍‌​ and the other⁠‌ retainers looked at‍​ Eisen in surprise.‍​ Under their gazes,‍‍⁠ Eisen gave a faint, bitter smile.‌‍⁠

“On‍ the battlefield, this​⁠‍ sort of thing‍ happens all the⁠⁠‌ time. Sometimes you​ learn of something‌⁠​ late that happened⁠‌ a while ago,​​ and other times‍⁠​ you find out‍‌⁠ about an event‍ the moment it‌ happens. Usually, the⁠‌‍ reason comes down‍⁠‍ to the informant’s⁠​‍ capability.”

“You​⁠⁠ mean the sources‍ of information were‌​ different in each⁠ case?”

“More⁠​ like the informant’s⁠​⁠ position. The death⁠‍ of Grand Duke‌‌ Sigmund was something⁠⁠ anyone could have​‌​ known the moment⁠ it happened. But‍‍ Your Highness being‍‍ named lord of​​‌ Asagrim was practically⁠‍⁠ a unilateral decision‌‌ by the emperor.”‌‍‌

Eisen’s​‍⁠ words made Lucian⁠ stiffen.

As‍‌‌ long as he​​‌ didn’t interfere directly‌ in the internal​ affairs of other⁠ lords, the emperor⁠​‍ could exercise absolute‌⁠​ power.

Deciding‍‍ who to grant​​⁠ a vacant imperial⁠‍ territory to was‍⁠‌ something he could⁠‌‍ do at his⁠​ own discretion.

Naturally,​‍ aside from a handful of people,‍‌⁠ the news would⁠ be shared only‍ after the fact—so​​ it spread slowly.⁠​​

“Not‍​ someone close enough‌⁠ to be privy​ to the emperor’s⁠‍⁠ most confidential matters,‍​​ but someone just⁠ a step below.​​ After all, the⁠ appointment wasn’t announced‍⁠ officially after returning⁠ to the imperial‍‌⁠ palace—it was communicated​ while still on⁠‍ the battlefield.”

“Do‍ you have anyone‍ in mind who‍⁠ would be in⁠​ such a position?”‌‍‍

“There​‌ are several people‍‍ who fit, but​⁠‍ fortunately, I think⁠‌⁠ we can narrow⁠‌‍ it down. Before‌​ he left, the‌‍‌ second young master‍⁠​ left behind some‌‍ clues.”

“Clues?”​‌‌

Jordi⁠ had left clues?‌⁠ As everyone blinked​‌ in confusion, Eisen⁠‍ let out a long sigh.

Then​‌‌ he lowered his‍‌ gaze slightly, and⁠⁠ with a grave⁠ voice, began recounting‌​​ what had happened‍ when he left​‍⁠ the family.

***​‌

Eisen⁠ had no permanent⁠‍⁠ duties within House​ Valdeck. His age‌ was already advanced,⁠ and his accomplishments‌ in his youth​​‌ far surpassed the‍‌ merits of hundreds⁠​ of ordinary men.⁠

As‌‌ an elder of​ the family, he‌ was treated with​‌ respect and only⁠ moved when the⁠‌‍ head of the‌‌⁠ house issued a direct order.

Even‍ so, he was⁠⁠⁠ still a knight⁠​​ and couldn’t afford⁠⁠ to live idly.‍ That’s why he‌ would usually remain⁠⁠​ in the garden‌‌‍ behind the training​​ grounds, treating it‌ as his place‌ of service.

After⁠​ adopting Felicia as‍‌ his daughter, he​⁠‍ had completely immersed‌​‍ himself in the⁠ joy of raising‌​‍ a successor, but​‌ even she had‍​⁠ ended up following⁠‌​ Lucian. Until returning​ from the north⁠‍​ after finishing his‍ duties, he planned⁠‌ to pass the​‌ time with the‌‍⁠ same calm as‍ always.

However,‍⁠​ that day, the‍​ atmosphere within the‍ estate was so​‍ tense that he​​ couldn’t even enjoy​ the taste of‌‍ tea.

“…This⁠⁠ isn’t good.”

Eisen⁠ frowned as he​‍‍ looked out past⁠ the training grounds.‍ Unlike usual, a rippling killing intent​⁠ filled the air​​ around him.

As⁠ he feared, he‍ had barely set⁠‌ down his teacup​‌ when the shouting‍ began.

“Fall‌‌‍ back! We’re only‍⁠ here to eliminate‍⁠ the rebels hiding​⁠​ out here!”

“Rebels?!‍ You’re the ones⁠‍​ who started the‌ rebellion!”

“How​‍ can it be⁠‍ a rebellion when​‌‌ the second young​​ master is exercising‌ his legitimate right?!”‍‌

So⁠⁠ the second son‍‍⁠ had made his‌⁠⁠ move?

It‌‌‌ wasn’t entirely unexpected,‍⁠ so Eisen wasn’t‌⁠ surprised. Joshua didn’t‌ have the courage⁠‌ to stir something‌⁠ like this, and​ the other two‍​‌ young masters were‍⁠ outside the territory.‍

The‍ only one capable‍​ of starting a rebellion was Jordi.‍‌

Amid​ the growing uproar,‍‌ Eisen closed his⁠‍‌ eyes.

‘What⁠ am I supposed‌ to do?’

If⁠‍⁠ the chaos had⁠‍‌ reached this far,⁠ then the critical​‌ matters had likely‍ already been decided.‌⁠‍ Even if Eisen‌​ intervened now, there‌‍ would be nothing⁠‌ he could change.‌‌‌ Without a doubt,⁠⁠‌ the fourth young‍​‌ master and the⁠‍ other consorts had‌​ already been secured.⁠‌​

And‍ it wasn’t even‍ clear who was‌‌ enemy and who​‌ was ally anymore.​

‘…How‍‍ absurd. Enemies and​‌ allies. Until yesterday,​⁠⁠ they all served​ Valdeck together.’

“Forgive​‌ the intrusion, Lord‍⁠ Eisen.”

At‌‍ that moment, a polite voice came‍ from behind the⁠‍‌ training grounds. While‌ he had been‌​​ lost in thought,‍ the noise had‌‌ seemingly subsided.

Soon‍‍​ after, the door‌ between the garden‌ and the back‍‍​ of the training​​ field opened, and⁠ a group entered‍‍ in line.

Eisen‌ looked at the‍‌‍ man leading them​ and muttered.

“Lord⁠⁠ Hendrick.”

“It’s‌ been a while.‍​ I would have‌ preferred not to‍​ trouble the Swordmaster,​ but the rebels​​ have reached this​‌‍ area…”

“That’s⁠​⁠ enough. I already⁠ have a sense​ of what’s going‌ on. Get to‌ the point and⁠‌ spare me the⁠⁠ needless words.”

Eisen’s‍‍‍ cold voice made‍ Hendrick flinch. Before⁠⁠ he could freeze⁠ entirely under that‍ chilling gaze, he​⁠​ gritted his teeth‍​⁠ and shouted.

“Please‍ remain here just​⁠ for a few‌⁠ days! We’ll provide​⁠‍ everything you need!”​​​

“Ha…‍ You think staying‌‌‌ still would make​ me an accomplice?​⁠ The second young⁠⁠ master is as‍‍ cunning as ever.”​

“Watch⁠⁠⁠ your words. Even​ for you, Lord‍​‍ Eisen, continuing to⁠ disrespect the next⁠ duke—”

“The​​ next duke?”

A murderous aura exploded‍​ from Eisen’s body,‍‍⁠ silencing Hendrick instantly.‌⁠ One step further,‌ and it felt‍ as if a sword would split⁠‍ his skull in‌​ two.

“The⁠​ one who names​‍⁠ the heir is‍‌‍ the duke, not‍‌‍ you, brat. If‍ you don’t watch​​ your tongue, I’ll‌ hang your head‌​ from the wall.”​

Under⁠ the Swordmaster’s threat,​ everyone present—including Hendrick—began⁠ to sweat coldly.‍⁠​

Just​⁠⁠ as several knights‍‍‌ began to shrink‌‌ back under the⁠‌ pressure of a single man—

“My‌⁠⁠ father is dead,​‌ Lord Eisen.”

Jordi⁠⁠ spoke as he‍ stepped forward from⁠‍‍ behind the knights.⁠​

Eisen‍​ blinked, stunned by‌‍‍ the unexpected words.​⁠⁠

“That’s​ unlike you, second⁠‌ young master.”

“What‍‌ do you mean?”‌​‌

“Why​‌​ tell a lie​‌ that will be⁠⁠ exposed soon enough?”​

“You⁠ think I’m lying?”‌

“Of‌‌‌ course. This wasn’t⁠‌‌ a full-scale war—it‍‍ was a rebellion‍⁠ suppression. How could‍⁠⁠ someone like him‌​​ die in such​‍⁠ a situation? He⁠⁠ didn’t fear leading‌‍ the front lines,​ but he knew‌‌ better than anyone​​ when to advance‍⁠ and when to‌‌‍ retreat.”

“There‌‍⁠ are always variables.⁠‌ Yesterday, he fell‍⁠‌ victim to the‍‌⁠ tricks of those⁠⁠‌ cowards and lost‍⁠ his life. What‍‍ wouldn’t people like‌​​ that do—those who‌⁠ broke the Grand​ Pact?”

“…Yesterday?”​​‌

Eisen’s​​ brow twitched. The‌​ frontlines were far‍⁠ from here; saying⁠​ “yesterday” didn’t add‍⁠ up.

“You‍‍ don’t believe me‍ even now? In⁠​ an era where‍​ the Empire moves‌​​ instantly using magical​ artifacts and cavalry​ charges crush armies,⁠‍ does it sound⁠‍ strange that a long-distance communication artifact​ might exist?”

“Are‌ you implying you⁠ got one of‍⁠ those artifacts?”

“Let’s‍​‍ just say I made a good‍ friend.”

“I‍​​ don’t know what​​ that friend of​ yours told you‌‌​ to lead you‌⁠⁠ here.”

“He‌ told me something‍ very important. That‍‌⁠ my father died​‌‍ without leaving a will—and that the⁠ emperor plans to‍ forge one to​⁠​ name Tristan as‍​⁠ the next head‍ of the family.”​⁠‍

Eisen⁠ looked at Jordi‌‍⁠ in silence, unable‌⁠⁠ to tell whether‍​ he was sincere‍‍ or completely delusional.⁠ Sensing the gaze,​​ Jordi sneered.

“Lord⁠‌‌ Eisen, do you‌⁠ think I’d do​‌ something like this⁠⁠​ if I thought​ my father would‌⁠ return? One outburst‌ from him and​ it would all⁠‍‌ be over.”

“…”‍‌‍

“At‍ this point, it‍ seems I’m not⁠‍ the one avoiding​‌ reality—it’s you. My​‍​ father died on‌ the battlefield, without‌‍‌ naming an heir.”‌⁠

The‌‌⁠ last words were⁠‌‌ nearly a shout.‍ Jordi’s face had​⁠​ lost all composure—it​‌ was clear he​⁠ was telling the​​‌ truth.

Faced⁠‌ with the shocking⁠‌ news of the‍⁠ duke’s death, Eisen’s‌​⁠ brows trembled.

“Second‌ young master.”

“Enough.⁠⁠ You must be⁠⁠‍ confused. Rest for‍⁠ a while and‌ clear your mind.”‍‌

“Out​‍​ of my way.⁠⁠ I’m leaving.”

“Where​ do you think‍⁠‍ you’re going? The‌​⁠ family you swore​​‍ loyalty to is‌ right here!”

“And⁠‌​ the one I serve is not‍​ you. In life,​⁠⁠ the duke had‌ either the first​⁠ or third young⁠⁠​ master in mind.”​‌⁠

“…!”‌

Jordi’s‍⁠⁠ face twisted like‍‍ a demon in​ rage. Even if‌‌‍ he already knew⁠⁠ that truth, hearing‌‌⁠ it from the‌⁠ Swordmaster—and in front‌​‍ of so many‌⁠ witnesses—was something else⁠‍​ entirely.

“Lord‍ Eisen!”

“Step‍ aside.”

Whooosh—‌‍

Eisen‌ stepped forward, making⁠‌⁠ it clear he‍⁠ had no intention‌ of listening further.‌⁠‍

At‍ the same time,‌​​ a blue aura‌⁠ manifested and spread⁠ in all directions—a‍ silent warning that⁠ he would use⁠⁠ force if they‌‌ continued to block‌‍ his way.

Seeing‍​⁠ Eisen unfazed, Jordi‌‌ clenched his teeth.‍‌‍

“If​​ that’s how it⁠‌⁠ is, I have​‌⁠ no choice.”

“You‍​‌ intend to stop⁠‌ me? Or kill⁠ me?”

“Neither.”⁠⁠

Splat—⁠

“!?”​​​

As‍ Jordi spoke, a black tentacle shot‌‌ out from the‍‍⁠ shadow of the​ flowers. Sharp like​⁠ a blade, it‍ pierced Eisen’s thigh⁠ in a single​‌ strike. Seeing the⁠‌ blood gush, Jordi‍‍ spoke bitterly.

“I’m‌⁠ only helping with‌​‌ treatment. With that‌ leg, you won’t​ be able to‌⁠‍ move—”

“Hngh!”⁠⁠

Boom—⁠​‌

Before‌​ he could finish​​ his sentence, Eisen⁠‌ slammed his leg‌‍‌ into the ground.‍⁠⁠ The tentacle was‌⁠​ driven into the‌ earth, caught in⁠ the muscle.

As‍​‌ it tried to‍ retract with force,‌‌​ Eisen used that⁠⁠ very pull to‌​​ launch himself forward.‌​‍

“Bastard!”​​⁠

Crash—⁠‌⁠

Kiiieee!‌

As‍⁠ he flew through‍‌⁠ the air, Eisen⁠ grabbed a wooden​‍⁠ training sword and‌⁠ struck the shadow​​ cast by a nearby column.

The⁠ ground split, dust⁠ flew, and a horrid scream echoed.⁠ From the shadow,⁠⁠‌ black blood erupted​​⁠ like a geyser,​​‍ and soon after,​ a figure emerged‌‍ with mangled fingers.‍‌

“Ghhk…⁠​​ ghhkk…”

Though‍ far from the‍​​ direct hit, the‌ creature that came‍​ from the shadow‌‌‌ was nearly dead.​‌​ The shockwave had⁠‌​ shattered not only⁠‍​ its bones but⁠‌ also its internal‍ organs.

Barely⁠ crawling, it vomited‌ up a bowl’s⁠ worth of black⁠‌​ blood from under​‌ its hood and⁠‌ fell motionless.

“…”​​‌

“…”​‌​

In‍‌​ the face of​⁠‍ the shocking scene,‌⁠ everyone stared at⁠ Eisen wide-eyed. By‍‍​ then, he had‍‍ already torn out‍ the black tentacle‌‌ and tossed it⁠‌ aside without a care. Steam rose‍⁠‌ from the thigh​ that should have⁠‍‍ been rendered useless.​​

After‍ flexing his leg​​ a few times,‌ Eisen looked at⁠ Jordi and said.⁠​⁠

“What‍‍ kind of treatment‌ did you say‌ that was, second⁠ young master?”

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