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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 108

Chapter 108

‘Knight.’‍​

At⁠ such a sweetly‌‌ intoxicating echo, Hugo’s‍‌ mind turned hazy.⁠⁠ That someone who⁠‍ had once been‌ a thug from‍ the back alleys‍ could become a true knight and⁠ found a new‌⁠​ house—it was hard⁠​​ for him to​‍‌ tell if this​⁠ was reality or‌ a dream.

‘Hugo‌ Maien.’

Every‍​​ time he savored⁠‍‍ the new surname‌ he had been⁠‍ given, his body⁠​‍ trembled as if​‍ struck by lightning.⁠​⁠

He​ had never doubted‌ his lord, but​ Hugo’s shortcomings were⁠‌ many. Even if​⁠​ his lord had​ been unable to⁠⁠​ fulfill the promise,⁠‌​ he had come‌​⁠ to accept that‍​‍ he had no​​‌ right to resent‌ it.

“What‍ are you doing?”‍​​

Lucian’s​​ voice pulled him‍ out of his‌‌⁠ daze. Only then​ did Hugo realize⁠‌⁠ his discourtesy and‍ hurriedly stood up.‌‌

“S-sorry.‍⁠ My legs gave⁠‍​ out…”

“No,‌‍ I mean why​‍ are you making‌ that face like​‍​ you’ve got nothing​‌‍ left to do.‍⁠ Are you going​⁠ to settle for‍‌ fulfilling an old​‌‍ dream and stop‌‌​ there?”

“Huh?”‍

Lucian‌⁠‍ smiled at Hugo’s​‍ stunned expression.

“Now‌ that you’ve decided​ to rise, you​ should aim higher.⁠‍ Don’t you think?”‍‌⁠

“…!”‍

Hugo’s‍ eyes opened wide.‌‌‌ Beyond knighthood, weren’t‍​ only landed nobles⁠ with titles left?‍‍ The other vassals‍‌⁠ also looked puzzled‍‍ by Lucian’s words.⁠

“My⁠ lord, aiming high‌⁠ is fine, but‌‍​ now’s not the‍‌​ right time to⁠ be aspiring to⁠‌ a title.”

“Why‍ not?”

“Because…​‍ right now, we’re‌⁠⁠ cut off from⁠​ the imperial court,‍ aren’t we?”

Raymond⁠ frowned with unease.​​‍ No matter how​⁠​ high the title,‍ granting land to⁠⁠ someone else required​​ imperial authorization.

Granting‌‌ land without that‌‌ permission—even one’s own—was​⁠‍ considered a serious‌‍ crime equivalent to‌‍​ treason.

Anyone⁠ who received such‍‌ land would end⁠ up swearing loyalty⁠ to the local‍⁠⁠ lord, not to⁠ the Empire.

“My‍‌ lord holds two‍‍ titles, but whether⁠⁠ as a duke⁠⁠ or as border‍⁠‍ marquis, granting land‍​ at will is‍⁠ still a serious‌‌​ crime.”

“Oh,‍ really? Then I just need to⁠​ rise to a position from which‍‌ it is allowed‌​⁠ to grant land‍⁠ freely.”

“To​‍‌ my knowledge, there‌ is no such⁠ title with that​​‌ kind of privilege…”⁠‍

“There​⁠‍ is one. King.”‍‌‍

“…!”⁠⁠

The‍ vassals stared at⁠‌ Lucian with expressions⁠‌ of utter shock.⁠⁠‍ It was no‌ wonder—since the founding‌ of the Empire,‍‌⁠ no noble had⁠ ever been elevated‌⁠ to the rank‌​ of king.

At‌‌‌ most, conquered royal​​ houses had been⁠⁠ allowed to keep‍ their thrones as‍‌⁠ vassal states. And‌‍‌ yet, Lucian was‌‍ speaking of aiming​‍ for a royal​⁠ crown for the‍‍ first time.

“M-my​‍ lord… does that​ mean…”

“I’m​⁠ not saying we’ll⁠⁠‌ rebel against the​‍‌ Empire or exploit‍ the current situation‌ to blackmail them.‍‍⁠ I’m saying that‍​​ when the opportunity​⁠‍ comes, I won’t​⁠​ hesitate. Those who‌ don’t set a goal end up⁠‍ hesitating even after‍‍ they’ve seized the‌ opportunity—and let it‌‌⁠ go.”

Lucian‍​​ looked around at⁠‌ his vassals with⁠​ a serious gaze.⁠‍‍

“Remember⁠ this well. Times‌‌ of chaos like‍ these are one‌‌ of the few​​‌ chances to rise.‍ It’s the only‍​⁠ time when concepts‌‌​ that have lasted⁠‌​ hundreds, thousands of​⁠ years are overturned.”‍⁠‌

“…”⁠​

“When​ this period ends​ and peace returns,​ everything will settle⁠​ again. Then, when‌⁠ do you think‌​‍ a chance like​‍ this will come‍‌ again? In a hundred years? Two‌⁠‍ hundred?”

Maybe​ only after the‌⁠⁠ house is annihilated‍ and not even⁠ a single line​ bearing its name⁠⁠‍ remains.

And‍‍ even then, to‌​​ say that they‍⁠‍ had risen enough,‍​⁠ that it was⁠ time to settle​‍‌ down and stop?⁠ To Lucian, that‌ wasn’t even funny.‍‍

“I​‌ plan to go‍‍​ all the way.‌ Until the day⁠‌‌ peace returns and‍ everything is fixed‍​⁠ again. What do‌​ you plan to‍ do?”

The⁠ hearts of the⁠‌ vassals burned. They​⁠ had always believed​ that the one​​ who would leave‌ a mark in‌‌ history was their‌⁠ lord, and that‌​ they merely existed‍⁠ to stand on‍​⁠ the shoulders of​ that giant, clearing⁠‍⁠ immediate obstacles so⁠ he wouldn’t trip​ on a mere‍⁠ stone.

And‌‌ now, that same‌‍ lord was asking⁠‍ them if they​​ were willing to⁠ become giants themselves—and‌​ leave their own⁠‌‍ mark on history.‍‍⁠

“I‍ don’t think I need to hear‌ your answer.”

Lucian​ smiled as he‍⁠‍ waited, because the‌ longing reflected in‌ their eyes was‌ already more than‍ enough.

***⁠‌

The⁠​⁠ vassals had been⁠ assigned official positions,⁠‌‌ but the real⁠⁠ problem began from‌‌ there.

If⁠ the most important​⁠‌ thing—the inhabitants—was not‍‌ reinforced first, not‌ a single one⁠ of the planned‍ initiatives could be⁠‌ carried out.

Fortunately,⁠⁠ two days later,​ the news Lucian‌‍ had been waiting⁠⁠ for finally arrived.⁠

“Calix‍​ has moved?”

“Yes.⁠ According to reports,‌⁠​ he is currently‍ marching toward Asagrim.”‍

Upon​‍‌ hearing Torkel’s report,‍ Lucian gave a crooked smile. Advancing‍ without even declaring​⁠‍ war proved they​​⁠ had no intention​‍ of respecting legitimacy‌​⁠ or even the‌ most basic rules.‍

“Perfect.​ I was just‌‍⁠ waiting for them.‌‍⁠ If they want​ to skip the⁠‌⁠ boring talk and⁠‍⁠ go straight to​ fighting, it works​‌ perfectly for us.”‍

“What’s‌ your plan, Your​‍​ Highness?”

“Crush‌⁠‌ them head-on. Is​ there another option?”‌

“That’s​‍ not what I meant. I was​‍‍ wondering if, for⁠ this war, you​‍‍ plan to request‍⁠​ support from other‌​⁠ lords.”

Torkel​ looked at Lucian​ expectantly. Not long‌​ ago, when Lucian​​ had no military‌ force of his‌‌ own, he had⁠⁠​ relied on the‌​‌ help of other‌⁠ lords to make⁠ his moves.

Even⁠​​ now, with knights⁠​⁠ and elite troops⁠ lent by the​ empire, the more⁠ allies the better.⁠

It‌‌ wouldn’t have been⁠‍​ strange to ask‍ for reinforcements as‍ previously planned.

“If⁠​ you give the​‌ order, I’ll return‍​ to my house⁠​‌ immediately and bring⁠​ troops.”

“You⁠‍‍ talk big for‍​ someone who isn’t⁠‌ even head of‍ House Osgor. Besides,⁠ didn’t you say‌⁠​ your father beat​⁠ you up when‌‍‍ you last visited‌ home?”

“…That’s⁠‌ an exaggeration. He​⁠ only hit me⁠‍⁠ once.”

“I​​ heard that one‌ hit made your‌ cheek swell to‌ twice its size.​‍​ That you couldn’t‍‌ even open an‍​ eye and had⁠⁠ a rough time⁠​‍ until the swelling⁠ went down.”

“Ahem,⁠ ahem.”

Avoiding‌​ Lucian’s gaze, Torkel​‌⁠ bowed his head.‍ After clearing his‍ throat several times,​⁠ he looked back‍‍ at him seriously.⁠⁠⁠

“In‍‌⁠ any case, if⁠⁠ Your Highness requests‌⁠​ support, House Osgor​​ will respond immediately.”​‌

“Of​ course. Baron Harald‌​ has always wanted​‌ to support me.⁠‍⁠ And his grudge⁠ against Calix isn’t​‍​ small.”

“Then,‍​‌ at once—”

“But‍​⁠ if it were⁠⁠⁠ the old Calix,‌​⁠ I’d understand. The‌​‌ Calix of now‌‌‌ doesn’t require outside‍‍‍ help. This time,‍ I plan to​‍ crush them with‌‌ my own forces⁠​ alone.”

Torkel‍ looked at him,‍ wide-eyed. To face‌‌ House Calix alone,​​ without anyone’s help?‌‍‍

“Your‌⁠ Highness, I don’t‍ think you’ll lose.⁠​ Objectively speaking, there⁠‌‌ are no factors‍​ for defeat.”

The​‍​ entire North had‍ already turned its‍‍⁠ back on Calix.​ No allies, no⁠ authority, no legitimate‍‍ pretext. Just a flick of Lucian’s‍⁠ finger and everyone‍ would rush to⁠⁠‍ tear them apart.​‍

If⁠ all went well,​ they could be⁠​‍ wiped out before​‌‌ even reaching Asagrim.‍​⁠

“But​‍ if you fight​ them with only​‌​ your own forces,⁠‌​ the damage will⁠​​ be considerable. Calix‍‌‍ is still a great house that’s‍​​ taken root in‍‍‌ the North for‍⁠‍ hundreds of years.”‌​

“I​ know. That’s exactly⁠ why I want⁠⁠‌ to face them‍ alone.”

“What‌‍ do you mean‍⁠ by that…?”

“I​‍‍ don’t want to​‌ share Calix with‍ other lords.”

If‍‌‍ he borrowed troops,‍⁠ he would have​‌​ to divide the​⁠​ spoils according to‍ each one’s contribution.‍⁠

For⁠‍‌ Lucian, who desperately⁠ needed resources and‌‍⁠ people, sharing rewards⁠‍⁠ was inconvenient.

“If⁠ I couldn’t face⁠ them like before,​ I’d accept that‍⁠‌ cost. But now​ that I can​​ do it without‍ issue, it would‍‌ be foolish to⁠​‌ seek unnecessary losses.”‍​

“But​ if your troops‌ are worn down⁠⁠ too much, won’t‍⁠ it weaken your⁠ hold over the⁠‌ other lords?”

“That’s‍‍‌ true. But if‌ I alone squeeze‍ them dry, no​‍‍ one will dare‌‍‍ challenge me.”

Torkel‍ looked at Lucian⁠⁠​ in disbelief. Even‍⁠⁠ if Calix had‌ no chance of⁠⁠ victory, their enemy⁠ was Norvek—a man‌‍ who had lost‌ his son and‍‍⁠ stood on the⁠​ brink of ruin,​‍ driven solely by‍ hatred.

It⁠‌ was clear he‌ would attack suicidally​ just to cause​‍ as much damage‍ as possible. Even‌ in victory, it‌⁠ would be a bloody one. And‍‍⁠ yet, Lucian had‌‍‍ such confidence.

“Has⁠‌ the Swordmaster who‍‍​ recently arrived agreed​‌‌ to intervene?”

“No‌ way. He’s already⁠ done more than‌⁠ enough. His old‍‌ age deserves rest.”​‌

That‌‍ he so casually‍‍ ruled out the⁠⁠ Swordmaster only deepened​ Torkel’s doubts. Seeing‌ his puzzled look,⁠⁠ Lucian smiled faintly.‍

“You’re⁠‍ wondering where all​ this confidence comes‍⁠‌ from, aren’t you?”‌​

“It’s​⁠​ not that, just…”​‍

“Never​ mind. Go back‌ to your territory⁠⁠ and study as​​​ a proper heir.‍⁠‌ If you keep⁠​ wandering around, your⁠ father will worry‍‌ himself to death.”‍‌

“Your‌‍ Highness.”

Torkel​⁠ bowed his head,‌‍‍ looking a bit⁠​​ tense. It seemed‌​ he thought he⁠‍⁠ was being sent​ away for not‍‌⁠ having gained full⁠​⁠ trust yet. Seeing‌⁠⁠ him like that,​⁠ Lucian spoke seriously.‌

“Do⁠ you still have​ the potion I gave you?”

“The​⁠ glowing liquid one?⁠ Yes, I still‌⁠‍ have it.”

“Go⁠‍ back to your‌ territory and show‌ it to your​ father. After showing​‍‍ him, you can​ drink it.”

“…?”‌​‍

“It’s‌⁠ a sign of‍ my trust. The​⁠ rest—hear it from​ your father.”

“…Understood.”​​

Though‍‌ confused, Torkel obeyed.‌ Only when he‌‌ met with Harald‍‍‍ would he understand‍‌ what Lucian had​ entrusted to him.‍

While⁠‍⁠ Lucian was left⁠ alone, calmly thinking‌ of how to​ face Calix—

“…Norvek‍ Calix has requested‌‍ a duel?”

Hearing​ that it wasn’t‌ a declaration of⁠‍ war but a duel challenge, Lucian‍⁠‍ let out a disbelieving laugh.

***‍‌‍

“It’s⁠‍⁠ a trap.”

Swordmaster⁠‍​ Eisen, now military​⁠ advisor, responded immediately​ upon hearing it.‍‌‍ Lucian had already​ thought the same‌‍ and nodded calmly.​

“They‍ must know we’re⁠​‌ not that naïve.​⁠ Why make such‌​ a proposal? Do‍ they have a hidden plan?”

“They’re​ probably desperate, trying​‍⁠ anything even if‍‍⁠ it’s foolish.”

Eisen​‍ spoke with a bitter smile.

“There’s‍ a saying—those willing⁠‍‍ to die are​​ strong. I used⁠ to believe it.​‍ But from experience,‍​‌ many of those‌‌‌ men act pathetically​ in the end.”⁠

“Even⁠‌‍ those who accept​ death?”

“Yes.⁠⁠‌ Most expect a reward equal to⁠ their death. They‍​​ see their life‌​ as so valuable‍‌ that they expect‌‌‌ a result equally‌​⁠ satisfying.”

To‌‌ give one’s life‌​⁠ for conviction regardless⁠⁠‌ of outcome might‌ be called noble.⁠

But‍‍⁠ the men Eisen‌⁠ had seen wanted‍‌​ results proportionate to⁠ their sacrifice. If⁠⁠ they didn’t get‍‌ it, they saw⁠⁠ no reason to​ die.

“Among​​‌ those obsessed with​‌​ revenge, there were​​‍ many like that.​ If they couldn’t‍​ trade their life‍ for their enemy’s,​‍‍ they held back.”⁠​

“What‌‌‌ irony. Someone willing‍ to die holding‌​‌ back.”

“They‌​ only go through‍⁠ with it if‍⁠ the price of‌ their life is‍ high enough. From‌​ this ridiculous proposal,‍⁠ that Norvek seems​‌​ to be one⁠⁠‌ of those types.”⁠⁠

He​​ would propose anything‌ to kill Lucian.‍​ He couldn’t stand⁠‍‍ the idea of‌ dying while Lucian⁠ got away with‌ only light wounds.‌‍

“The‍⁠ truly fearsome enemy‌ is the one⁠‌ who, after a cold calculation, aims​ to take even⁠‌ just an arm‌‌‌ or an eye.‍‌⁠ In comparison, types​‌ like this just⁠⁠ lose their lives‍ trying to trade‌‍‍ for more than​‍ they’re worth.”

“Then‍​‌ we’ll have to​‌ accept.”

“…Your‍​ Highness. Did I hear you correctly?”⁠‍​

“Yes.​​‍ He says he’ll‍​ try to prolong⁠‍ things until he⁠‍ sees a clear‍‌ opening to kill‍ me.”

If‌⁠‌ that’s the case,‌‌‌ he wouldn’t fight​‌ seriously until such⁠⁠‍ an opening appeared.‌​‌ So the only⁠‌⁠ option was to‍​ fake an opening—and‍‌ strike all at⁠ once.

Eisen⁠​‍ frowned, about to‍‍​ warn him of⁠ the danger, when—​‍​

“I⁠ understand what you’re​⁠‌ saying, but look​⁠ at this first.”‍​​

Tap.‌​

Lucian‌​‌ placed a box⁠ in front of⁠⁠ Eisen that he‍​‌ had brought with⁠ him. Eisen blinked‍‌⁠ at the sight‌‌ of a box‌⁠ the size of‌‍ a human torso.‌‌

“What⁠ is this?”

Lucian⁠ smiled.

“A⁠‌‍ legacy of the‌‍‌ royal family.”

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