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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 107

Chapter 107

At‌‌ Eisen’s smile, Lucian‌ blinked. What did‍⁠‍ he mean he‍ already knew, when‍​ he hadn’t said‌ anything yet?

“Eisen,‍⁠​ it seems there’s‌​ a misunderstanding…”

“If⁠ it were made‌​ public that the⁠‌ method used by‌ the mage who⁠ attacked me is‍‍​ similar to the‍ one used to‌‌ assassinate the duke,‌‍ it would be‌‌ relatively easy to‍ bring Jordi down.⁠⁠⁠ Isn’t it because‌⁠ you know that,⁠​​ and still don’t‌ say it, that‌‌‌ you feel guilty‍⁠ toward me?”

“…”‌‌

Lucian,‍​‌ struck right on‍‍ point, couldn’t answer.‌​‍

After​‍ observing him for‌​ a moment, Eisen‍‌ spoke with a bitter expression.

“Of⁠⁠​ course, there’s no⁠​‌ material evidence to​ present. But the⁠​​ world tends to​ be swayed more⁠​ by a person’s‌⁠⁠ reputation than by‍ evidence. If I said it, that⁠⁠⁠ alone would more‍⁠ than suffice to​‌ replace it.”

This​ wasn’t just a passing joke—it was‌​⁠ about the duke’s​​ death and the⁠​ betrayal of his⁠‍ own son. A loyal old knight,​⁠​ no less than‍‍ a Swordmaster who‌ marked an era,​ revealing his own⁠⁠ house’s shame?

Proof​​ or not, everyone​‌‌ would believe it‍⁠ without hesitation.

“Besides,⁠ Jordi’s rebellion is​⁠⁠ also a fatal‍⁠‍ blow to the‍​ emperor. Even with⁠ just my testimony,⁠‌‌ he’d be willing‍ to pay any⁠ price to replace‌​​ the lord of‍ Valdeck. Wouldn’t he?”‌‌

“…So​ you knew everything.”‍​

“Yes.⁠‌⁠ And I also‍ know why Your‌​‍ Highness doesn’t want⁠ that to happen.”‌

With​​‍ Eisen’s testimony and‍​⁠ the Empire’s support,⁠ bringing down Jordi​⁠‍ would be easy.⁠ Those loyal to​ him now were‌‍ unaware of his‍​ betrayal as a son; just revealing‍‌​ that fact would‌⁠‌ make everyone except​​ his closest circle⁠⁠​ turn their backs‌‍‍ on him.

With⁠‌⁠ the added support‌​ of the empire,​‌‍ Tristan would soon‌ reclaim the position​​ as head of​​​ the family.

‘But​⁠ that would be‍‌ a good outcome‌⁠ for Tristan, not‌ for me.’

A Jordi who took​‌⁠ power through betrayal​‍‍ and rebellion lacked​‍⁠ legitimacy. In other​‌ words, Lucian could‍ attack and topple‌​⁠ him whenever he‌‍ wished.

But‌⁠ if Tristan were​ the one to‌⁠‌ overthrow him and​‌ become head of‌ the family, the‌ situation would change‍ completely.

With​ imperial recognition and⁠ a just cause,‌​ he would solidify‍⁠ his position.

‘If‌‌⁠ on top of‌⁠‍ that, he’s credited​‌‌ with having restored‌ the family by⁠‍ defeating a traitor,‍ I wouldn’t be‍​‌ able to touch⁠​​ him.’

Attacking​⁠ Tristan, no matter⁠​‍ the justification, would⁠‌⁠ brand him an‌‌‍ ambitious schemer. He​‌‍ would lose the‍​ people’s support, and⁠‍‍ even if he‌⁠‍ won, no one‍‌ would recognize him‍‌ as the head​ of the family.​ If the goal‍‌ was Valdeck, it‌ was better for⁠‌​ Jordi to hold​ the position than​ for Tristan to‌⁠​ take it.

‘Yes…⁠‍ that’s true. But​ even so…’

All‍⁠‍ of that was‌⁠ Lucian’s situation. It‍‌ wasn’t a matter‌ of right or‍⁠ wrong, but of⁠ ambition.

And‌‍⁠ to ask Eisen,‌⁠‍ who had let‌‍ his enemy escape‍​ due to his‍ own mistake, to​⁠‍ suppress his desire‌ for revenge for​ the sake of‍​⁠ that ambition? No​‍ matter how he​‌ looked at it,​ it wasn’t right.‌‍‍

“Sir⁠​ Eisen.”

“Do‌​ it.”

“Huh?”⁠‍‍

“Defeat​‍ Jordi and become‌ the lord of⁠‌‌ Valdeck. Don’t yield‍‍ the position to⁠ the firstborn out⁠ of consideration for​ me. Even if‍‌‍ revenge is delayed,‌​ I don’t mind.”‍‌

“…!”​

Eisen⁠‌ looked at him​​‌ firmly and spoke‌‍ calmly.

“It‌‍⁠ was Your Highness‍‍ who revealed my​​⁠ mistake to me⁠ and who gave‍ me the chance⁠ to correct it.‍⁠ Even the heir⁠⁠​ the duke had‍⁠ in mind during‌‌⁠ his lifetime is​ Your Highness. How​​​ could I ruin‍ a great cause⁠​ for my personal⁠ desires?”

So⁠‍ don’t worry about‍ him and continue‌‌ down the path⁠ he had chosen.‌ Just correcting his​ mistake was enough​‌ for him—even if⁠ he wouldn’t live‍⁠ to see the‍​ outcome.

Lucian‌‍ gripped both of​ Eisen’s hands tightly.​​

“I​​ promise you one‌‍ thing. You won’t​‌ regret that decision.”​

Eisen‌​⁠ smiled in silence,​‍ as if he‌‍⁠ already knew that⁠ without needing to‌⁠‍ be told.

***‍‍

The‌ next day, Lucian‍ gathered Eisen and‌ his vassals in‍​‍ the study and‍‍ spoke.

“We’ll⁠​ put the matter​‍ of Jordi on​ hold. I’m concerned‍‍ about who’s backing‍⁠ him, but even‍‍ if we find​‍⁠ out right now,‍ there’s nothing we⁠‍ can do, so⁠ there’s no point⁠⁠‌ in digging further.”​

Even‍‌‌ attacking Jordi immediately—a​ patricidal bastard—was impossible‍ under the current‍ circumstances. No matter‍​‌ how much they‍⁠‌ investigated and uncovered‌ his support, they’d​ only be adding​ another name to‌⁠ the enemy list.​

It⁠‍​ was better to‍​‌ devote those resources⁠ to something truly‍ necessary.

“Besides,‍ even if we‌⁠‌ don’t investigate, his⁠ backer will soon‍‍‍ reveal themselves. I already have a rough idea of​‍ who it is.”‍‍‌

“Huh?​ Have you found⁠​‌ a clue?”

“A​‌⁠ clue? Just gathering‌ the information we⁠‌​ already have is⁠⁠​ enough to see​ the outline.”

Lucian⁠​ gestured around as‍⁠⁠ he spoke.

“They‍⁠ tried to kill‍ my father on⁠‌ the battlefield, so​ it’s definitely someone⁠⁠​ who took part‌⁠ in suppressing the⁠ rebellion. A mage⁠‍‌ alone couldn’t have⁠‌ decided something like​⁠​ that. Their master‌ was in a position to give⁠‍⁠ instant orders.”

“Don’t⁠ tell me it’s‍ one of the‌‍‍ emperor’s close aides…?”⁠

“I​​ don’t think so.⁠‌ If it were‌⁠‍ someone directly close​‌ to His Majesty,⁠⁠ I would’ve found‌​ out the moment‍⁠ Asagrim was assigned​⁠ to me.”

If‍ it had been​‍‌ someone close to‍​ the emperor, they‍ would’ve received the​⁠​ order and known‌⁠​ immediately.

If‌‌ it had been​⁠ a noble with⁠‍ no direct connection,‌ there’d have been‍‌​ no reason to​⁠ inform them, and⁠‌ they would’ve never⁠‍​ found out.

However,​⁠‌ the enemy got‌ that information while‍‌‍ the suppression was⁠​ still underway.

“That‍‌ means they’re in⁠‌ a position quite⁠‌​ close to the​‍ emperor. Close enough‌‍‌ to overhear confidential​ conversations or matters‍ of state from​‌​ the sidelines.”

“And⁠ where would someone‍ like that exist?”‍​

“They‍‌‍ might not be‌‍​ a servant. They‍‍ could be family.”‌‌

“Family?‌​⁠ You mean the​​ first prince? But⁠⁠‌ the first prince‌​‍ is too…”

At⁠‍⁠ that moment, Hugo‌ felt a chill⁠ run down his​‌ spine. Besides the​​​ first prince, wasn’t‍⁠⁠ there someone else‌⁠ just as close⁠ to the emperor?⁠⁠

Someone⁠ not politically aligned,‍ but personally close,​⁠ removed from direct​‌⁠ power, and someone⁠ Jordi could bet‍ his future on.⁠​

“Could‌⁠ it be…?”

“Shh.”​‌

Lucian‍‍‍ brought his index​ finger to his​‌​ lips.

“Let’s‍ not jump to⁠ conclusions. Either way,⁠‍ it’ll be revealed‌‌​ soon enough. Understood?”⁠

The⁠ vassals nodded in​ silence. If the​​ person they had‍​ just thought of⁠⁠ was truly the​‍ mastermind behind it‍‌ all, it was‌‍​ not a matter​‍‍ to take lightly.⁠‍​

With‌‌‌ the topic of​‌ Jordi closed, Lucian‍​‍ moved on.

“Right‍​‍ now, revenge isn’t‌ the urgent matter—organizing‍‍​ Asagrim is. This‍ land has tremendous‍ potential, but…”

“The‌⁠ problem is there‌‍⁠ are no settlers‍⁠⁠ to make it‍​ flourish.”

Raymond⁠‌​ muttered with a worried expression.

“Without‍​‌ settlers, we can’t‍⁠​ collect taxes or‍​ form an army.​‍‌ For now, we’re⁠ surviving on the‌​‌ supplies and funds‌⁠‌ sent by the‍‌‌ empire, but that⁠‍​ won’t last more‍⁠​ than half a year.”

“You’re⁠ right. If we‌⁠ don’t fill Asagrim‍⁠ with settlers in​​ six months, I’ll‍ go bankrupt. Money⁠⁠‍ will keep going‌⁠‌ out, but no‍‍ one will be‌ here to pay‍⁠ taxes.”

“We’ll⁠ have to bring​⁠​ them in from‍⁠ outside.”

“As‍‌⁠ long as someone’s⁠​ willing to give‌ them up.”

Lucian​‌‍ and Raymond exchanged‌‍‌ bitter smiles. Settlers​​‌ were labor, soldiers,‌‌ and tax sources‍​ for a feudal‍⁠ lord. Announce that‍ you’re taking them‍ en masse?

Even⁠​⁠ a blood-forged alliance​​‌ of generations would⁠‌‍ instantly turn hostile.​⁠

“If‍ they won’t hand‍⁠ them over, we’ll​ have to take‌​‍ them. From someone⁠ we don’t need⁠ to apologize to.”​

“There’s‍‍‌ just the right‌‌ candidate, but he‍ hasn’t shown any‍‌‍ signs. He should’ve‌‌​ reached his territory‌​ by now, even​⁠‌ if he fled​‍ from prison.”

Lucian⁠⁠​ recalled Norvek Calix,​‍ who had recently‌‌‍ escaped. Blinded by⁠⁠‍ the death of‍​⁠ his son, he​⁠‍ wasn’t someone who’d⁠‌⁠ kneel before Lucian‍ now.

He‍ should’ve come, ready‌ to risk it‌ all—and yet, there‌​ was no news.⁠⁠⁠

“There’s‍‌ no choice. Let’s⁠​ start assigning official‌​ positions. I wanted​ to do it⁠⁠⁠ once the territory‌⁠​ was more settled,​ but that’ll still⁠‌ take time.”

The‍​ vassals looked at⁠ him with brightened​​⁠ faces. This wasn’t‌ mere personal loyalty‌​ anymore—these were official‌​​ positions recognized beyond​ their group.

Lucian⁠ announced the appointments​‍ he had already‌ planned, one by‌⁠‌ one.

“First,‍ Hans. You’ll be⁠ head page. I wanted to appoint⁠⁠‌ you as chief​ steward, but with‌⁠ not a single‍ steward yet, it’d‌‍‍ be odd to‌‍ have only a chief.”

“Huh?​‌ But I saw‌​ so many people‌‍ yesterday who are‌ way more competent⁠ than me…”

“Then⁠ ask them to⁠ teach you.”

“Can⁠‍‍ a head page‌‍⁠ learn from the​⁠ pages?”

“In⁠‍​ my territory, yes.⁠ And if any​‍⁠ of them get​​⁠ cheeky while teaching⁠⁠ you, you can​​ execute them on‍ the spot.”

“Hahaha,‌ executing is a bit much…”

Hans​⁠ tried to take​ it as a joke, but he‍​ flinched when he​⁠ saw Lucian’s serious​​ gaze.

“…Are⁠⁠⁠ you serious?”

“Absolutely.​‍ If it makes‌​‍ you uncomfortable to​⁠ do it yourself,​‍ I’ll assign a soldier as your⁠ executioner.”

The⁠​‍ pages sent by⁠ the empire had​‍⁠ shown impeccable skill.‍‌ In terms of‌⁠‍ experience, Hans couldn’t‌‍ compare. But Lucian​​​ didn’t choose his​⁠ vassals based on​ how well they‍​‍ served.

“Hans,⁠ don’t forget. You⁠‌ are my trusted​‍‍ man. If someone‌‍ questions your ability⁠​ and humiliates you,‍ it’s the same​ as insulting me.”‌

“…”⁠‍

“Your​‌‍ dignity is my⁠ dignity. If someone​​ insults you, don’t​​ hesitate. Cut their‍⁠⁠ throat on the​ spot, and I will pardon you.‌‍ Show them their​ place.”

Hans​‍‍ nodded, eyes burning.‍​⁠ His lord’s full​ trust was heavy,‌‌ and at the‌‍⁠ same time, warmer​‌ than anything else.​‍

“Ian​ will be appointed‌ court alchemist. You‍⁠ won’t be able‍‍ to produce much​ just yet, but​ I’ll soon prepare‌ a proper workshop​​ for you.”

“A​ workshop?!”

Ian‌​ blurted out, unable‍‍​ to hold back.‌ This wasn’t some‍ secret hideout—it was‌‍ a workshop provided‍​‌ by a duke.⁠

Just‌‌ imagining the level‍ of purity he‍​ could achieve with​⁠ proper facilities made‌‍ his heart pound.​​

“Sir‌‌ Eisen, you…”

“I’ll‌ pass. What could⁠⁠ this old body​​​ do? I’ll spend‌ the rest of‍ my life teaching​ Felicia.”

“Then​‍ at least accept‌ the position of‍‌‍ military advisor. It’s⁠⁠⁠ mostly honorary—it won’t​ be a burden.”‍

At⁠ Lucian’s sincere request,‍‌ Eisen accepted with‌⁠ a bitter smile.​⁠⁠

He‍ could have retired‍‌ peacefully, but it‌‌⁠ didn’t feel right​ to continue rejecting⁠‍ the goodwill of⁠ his benefactor.

“I’d‌ like to assign​​ Raymond as the‍ commander of the‍‍ personal guard. Even‌​ though it doesn’t‌​ exist yet, for‌‌​ now, it’ll just⁠​​ be a title.”‌‍

“That’s‌​‌ more honor than⁠ I deserve. A fully armed personal⁠‌⁠ guard will be‍​⁠ a spectacle.”

Raymond‌‍‍ thought of the​‍​ over a thousand​ weapons resting beneath‌‍‍ the throne.

“I‌ also wanted to⁠‍ give Felicia a commander’s position, but‍⁠​ I can’t create​ another order just​‍‌ in name. For⁠⁠‍ now, be my‍ personal escort.”

“That’s‍⁠‌ exactly what I wanted.”

Felicia‍‍‍ nodded calmly. As‍ long as she⁠ could remain by‌⁠⁠ Lucian’s side as‌‌ his escort, no⁠​ other position mattered⁠ to her.

“And‌‌‌ Hugo.”

“Y-yes!”​

Hugo​ responded loudly, more‌ tense than ever.​‍⁠ His usual carefree⁠​ air had vanished.‌ Lucian smiled at‌ the sight of⁠‍ his stiff expression.‍‌‌

“It’s‌‍⁠ time to fulfill⁠​⁠ the promise.”

“…”‌​

“As​ the legitimate right​ of the border‍‌ marquis of Asagrim,‍‍‌ I name Hugo​⁠ a knight. The‍‍ name of the​‌‍ house will be⁠ Maien. From today​‍ on, you are⁠ a noble and⁠ head of House​​ Maien.”

As⁠‌ Lucian finished, Hugo’s​ legs gave out,⁠‍ and he collapsed⁠​ to the floor.⁠​

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