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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 112

Chapter 112

The‌ postwar period progressed​​⁠ without setbacks.

Norvek‌ was returned to‌ the underground dungeon⁠ of the White‍ Palace, and the⁠‌⁠ soldiers accepted the​ new lord without​‌ offering much resistance.‍

Among⁠ them, there were‌‍‌ more than a few who seemed‍‌ even happier knowing⁠ they could now‌ move to Asagrim.‌

Gareth,‌ who had been⁠⁠‍ sent to take⁠‌ possession of the⁠‍​ territories occupied by‌​ Calix, returned shortly⁠⁠​ after with a bright expression.

“Just⁠‌‍ as you said,​⁠‌ Your Highness. It⁠ was so easy⁠‍ I felt stupid​ for worrying. They‍‍‌ opened the fortress⁠‍‌ gates without resistance.”‍​‍

“And​⁠⁠ what about the⁠ citizens’ reaction? Was⁠⁠ there no confusion‌ over the change‍‍ in ruler?”

“They‍⁠ were actually on​‍ the verge of‍‍​ chaos due to​​ the security vacuum,⁠‌​ but we contained‍‍‍ it in time.”​‍‍

Just‍⁠ as Lucian had​‍ foreseen, Norvek had⁠‍ dragged even the‌‍​ smallest security forces⁠​ off to war.‌‍

It⁠‌‌ was inevitable that‌ a huge breakdown⁠‌⁠ of public order⁠ would occur, and​ the territories were‍‍ on the brink‌‌‌ of unrest.

Fortunately,‌ the knight order⁠‍ arrived before the⁠‍ situation spiraled out​ of control.

‘Good⁠‌ thing I sent‌ the Blue Rose‍​​ Order first.’

If‌ he had relaxed​ even a little,‌​ the administrators would​⁠ have taken advantage⁠​ of the chaos‌‌‌ to vanish without‌​⁠ a trace. Acting‌‌ quickly had been‌‌⁠ a providential decision.​

“Since​⁠⁠ there were no​ security forces available,⁠⁠ we decided to⁠ provisionally recognize some⁠ of the civilian​​ militias organized by​​ the citizens themselves.”​‌

“Militias?​⁠ Isn’t that dangerous?”​

Militias‌‌ sound good as​ local defense, but⁠ in the end,‍ they’re usually impulsive‍ young groups.

If‌ given authority carelessly,‍‌ they could end⁠​‍ up becoming gangs⁠⁠ that oppress the‌ citizens themselves.

Sensing⁠‍ his concern, Gareth⁠‌⁠ smiled confidently.

“Don’t‌⁠​ worry. I made‌​ it very clear‍‍‌ what would happen‌‌‌ if they forgot‌ their duty or​‌ crossed the line.‍ If they have‍‍ any common sense‌ left, they won’t‍ dare to try​⁠ anything foolish.”

“Hmm…‌​⁠ in that case.”‌

Lucian​‌​ finally relaxed. It​⁠‍ wasn’t blind confidence,​​ but certainty based⁠​ on experience.

‘That’s‌ strange. The Blue‌‍‍ Rose Order is⁠‌‌ an imperial order—why‍‌​ are they so‌ skilled in postwar⁠ management?’

Postwar​ administration is crucial,‍ but it’s also​‍‌ one of the‌‌‌ most detested tasks​‌​ among knights. The‍‍ “flower of the‍‌‌ battlefield” lies in‌‌‌ the vanguard, not‌ in cleaning up‍⁠⁠ after others have⁠‍ taken the glory.‍‍

That’s‌‍‌ why, among knights,​‍ postwar duties are‌ often seen as‌ thankless work to‌ be pushed onto​⁠ someone else.

‘Don’t‌ imperial orders usually‍​ delegate these tasks?‍‍‍ Why does Gareth‍​‌ seem so used‌ to them?’

Lucian⁠⁠‍ almost asked but​​​ held back. If‌‍⁠ they had voluntarily⁠​ taken on a job no one‌ else wanted, there‌​‌ was probably a story behind it.⁠‌‍

Better‌‌ to wait for‍ him to bring​​​ it up himself.​

“Well​‌‌ done. Soon you’ll‍​⁠ have to go‌‌ out again to⁠⁠‌ stabilize the occupied⁠‌ territories, so rest‍⁠⁠ well.”

“Yes,​ Your Highness. Thank‍ you for your⁠⁠ consideration.”

Gareth​​ bowed and left⁠​​ the office.

Once‌​​ alone, Lucian leaned‍ back in his‌⁠ chair and murmured​⁠‌ softly.

“With​‍ this, the preliminary‍‍⁠ conditions are complete.”⁠

The​​​ hostile forces remaining​​ in the north​ had been completely​​ eliminated with this​⁠ war.

Furthermore,‍‌⁠ communication with the‌​ empire was cut,‍​ so no one​ would interfere with‌‌‍ what he did.‌⁠

He‌‍‌ had even officially‌ received full discretion⁠‍‌ from the emperor‍‌ over the use‍‌ of magic.

‘Now‌‌ I can finally‌ research magic seriously‌ without anyone giving‌‍ me trouble.’

Lucian‌ felt a tingle⁠⁠​ of excitement in⁠ his chest and‌⁠⁠ gave a slight​​ smile.

It​⁠⁠ was time to‍‍‌ bring to light‌ the legacy of‌ the ancient royal⁠ family of the‍‌ north, which had⁠‌​ slumbered for nearly‍ a thousand years‌​ in the underground‌ darkness.

***‌​​

That⁠ same night, Lucian⁠ gathered his vassals⁠ again. As soon​​⁠ as they arrived,​‌‌ they began bombarding​‍ him with questions.‌⁠‌

“My​ lord! Is it⁠ true you gave⁠ Lady Felicia an​‍​ incredible suit of⁠ armor? They say‌ it’s even mass-produced!‌ Where did you​‍‍ get it?”

“Was‌⁠ the Grimaldi family’s‌‌​ inheritance really that​ impressive? I thought⁠‍‍ they’d fallen into⁠​ ruin!”

Faced‌⁠ with the avalanche​ of questions from‍‌ Hans and Ian,‍ Lucian let out⁠​‌ a bitter smile.⁠⁠‌

“I​ see they’ve already⁠‌ told you.”

“Sorry.⁠ Since the war​ is over, we‍⁠ thought there was⁠​ no harm in‍​ mentioning it…”

“No,⁠ you did well.⁠​⁠ I called you⁠⁠ here to talk‌‍‍ about that anyway.⁠‍ But first, there’s‌‍​ someone I want‌‍‌ to introduce to‌ you.”

Lucian​‍‌ clapped his hands‍ lightly. Then, someone​‍ outside entered, clearly⁠ nervous.

“A…⁠​​ mage…”

Hans‌‌​ muttered unconsciously upon‍‍‌ seeing Colin. Under‍ the concentrated gazes⁠​ of everyone present,​⁠ Colin bowed his‌‍‍ head with a tense expression.

“It’s‌‍ a pleasure to⁠‍ see you again.⁠ It’s been a long time since⁠​ the Swordmaster last​ visited the White‍⁠ Palace.”

“Hm.”​

The‍⁠‍ vassals accepted the⁠ greeting, but their​‌‍ sharp stares didn’t⁠⁠ waver.

They‍​⁠ had heard that​​ Lucian valued his‍⁠ abilities highly and‍‌‍ had given him‌ the position of⁠‍ court mage.

However,​⁠‍ being hired and​‌ being invited here​ were entirely different‍ things.

It​⁠ meant he was‌⁠‍ no longer seen‍⁠‌ as just a useful subordinate but‌​⁠ as someone truly‌‍ worthy of trust.‌⁠‍

‘Is⁠‍⁠ this suspicious mage‌ now a vassal‌‌​ like us?’

That⁠​ doubt was clearly‌⁠ visible in their​‍​ eyes. Unlike them,‌⁠ who had served‍⁠ Lucian since his‍⁠⁠ days as the⁠​​ third son of​ the Valdeck family,⁠ Colin was an‌⁠⁠ outsider.

And‍​‌ not just any⁠‌‍ outsider—someone who had​‌ once been hired​ for an assassination‌​​ attempt by Count‌⁠‍ Calix and then‍⁠ surrendered.

Even‌ a common knight⁠​‌ would have been​​ viewed with suspicion,​ let alone a mage of unknown‌​ origin.

“Your​‌⁠ face looks familiar.‌ You were beside⁠ His Highness when⁠‌‌ he came to‌‌ greet me.”

It‌⁠ was Eisen who‌⁠​ saved Colin from‍​ the oppressive atmosphere.‌​ Stroking his beard,‍ he spoke in⁠ a gentle tone.‌‌

“You​⁠⁠ were shrinking so​ much even as‍‌ you greeted me‌ that it was‍ frustrating. I was⁠⁠‍ about to tell​ you to straighten‌ your back and​ speak more confidently.”⁠​⁠

“I-I’m⁠ very sorry.”

“From‌ what I see,‌⁠‍ you seem to‍ have some pride‍ in your skills.‍​ So why do​⁠​ you go speechless‍​​ before me? Do‍ I scare you?”‍‌‌

At⁠‌‍ the direct question,‌‍ Colin hesitated for​⁠ a long time.⁠‌⁠ As the silence‍‌ dragged on, Lucian​‌​ answered for him.‍‌

“It‍‍​ seems he feared‌⁠⁠ Sir Eisen would‌ view him negatively.‌⁠⁠ Especially knowing he‍​‌ was involved in⁠ the witch hunts.”​

“I‌‍ figured, so that‌‍ was it. The⁠ witch hunts aren’t​‌ pleasant memories.”

Seeing⁠ Colin frozen like‌ a statue, Eisen⁠⁠⁠ gave a bitter​⁠​ smile.

A faint discomfort appeared​ on his face,​​ as if it‌⁠ truly was an‍​ unpleasant memory.

“They‍‍⁠ called it a witch hunt, but‌ most of them​‍ were mediocre mages​‌‍ who couldn’t even​ resist. They weren’t‌​‌ even worthy of​‌⁠ being called apprentices.”⁠‌‍

It⁠ wasn’t that cruel‍ or monstrous mages‍ didn’t exist. Some​‌‍ could launch fire‌‌ from their hands​⁠ or freeze entire‍‌ rivers.

But‍⁠​ those were the⁠ minority. The vast​ majority could barely​​ spark a flame.‍

“Women​⁠ abandoned by their‌‍‍ masters due to​ lack of talent,⁠⁠ children who accidentally‍⁠ learned magic and⁠ could barely make‍⁠ a flash of‌⁠ light, men who⁠ gave up magic​ but didn’t know​‍‌ how to hide‌​ their mana—each had‍​​ their own story.”⁠‌

To​​‌ Eisen, most hadn’t⁠​⁠ been corrupted by‌⁠‍ greed; they had‍⁠ simply stumbled upon⁠ magic.

They⁠​ were people who,​ if left alone,​‍​ probably wouldn’t have‌‌‍ caused any problems.⁠⁠

But⁠‌‌ the witch-hunting brigade‌ knew no mercy.‌‌

“Even‍ if I wanted⁠‍ to let them​⁠‍ go, I couldn’t.‌ We always acted⁠‌‌ as a group,​⁠​ so I had‍‌ no room to⁠‌​ make decisions on⁠ my own. That’s‍ why I saw​‍⁠ many things I’d⁠​ rather not have‌​⁠ seen.”

“…”⁠⁠​

“When‍‌‌ people hear I was part of⁠⁠​ the witch hunts,‍⁠‍ they imagine heroic‍‌⁠ tales of defeating⁠⁠ dangerous dark mages.‍ But in reality,​ it was nothing⁠ more than a hunt and a massacre.”

Eisen’s‍ words made the‍‍ vassals lower their⁠ heads solemnly.

Felicia⁠ remained calm, but⁠​ Raymond stood with‍ his mouth slightly​ open, as if‌​‍ he’d just woken​ from a dream.⁠‌​

He​‍ seemed shaken to⁠​ learn what lay​‌ behind the heroic‍‌‌ tales of his​​ childhood.

“Your​ name was Colin,‌‍ right?”

“Y-yes!”‌​⁠

“Always⁠ watch your behavior​‌ and be grateful‌ to His Highness.⁠ This is a salvation that came​ like a miracle.⁠⁠ If out of⁠‍ reckless ambition you‌​ drag yourself and⁠‌ your people into​‍‌ the abyss again,‌‌ you won’t be‍ able to bear‍‍⁠ that sin.”

Colin‌‌ trembled at the⁠‌ stern warning—not out​⁠ of fear, but‌⁠ from the emotion‌‌ of receiving genuine‌​​ concern from a Swordmaster.

“Thank​‌ you for your‍⁠ words. I’ll carve‍‌ them into my‍​ heart.”

“Oh,‍ thank His Highness,⁠ not me.”

Eisen’s⁠‌​ joke slightly lightened‍​ the mood. The‌⁠ looks toward Colin⁠‌⁠ weren’t as harsh‌‍ as before; the⁠‌‍ prejudice against mages​ had eased somewhat.‌

“If‌‌ we’re going to⁠ share secrets, it’s‌ best to accept‌‍ him as one⁠‍ of the vassals.”⁠‌

“If​ our lord trusts​‍ him, we’ll trust‌‌ him too.”

“If​​‌ he has any​⁠ shame, he’ll repay‍‌‌ that trust with⁠‌ his life.”

Raymond,‍ Hugo, and Felicia​ each added a sentence. Unlike the‍​ recently arrived vassals,​‍ they seemed to‍​‌ know something more.‌​‍

Before⁠‌ more questions could‌ arise, Lucian stood‌‍ up.

“Let’s⁠‍ go. I’ll show⁠ you the royal​‍ family’s legacy.”

**​​‌

Lucian⁠⁠ led the vassals‍ toward the throne.‍‍⁠ They didn’t move‌​⁠ secretly—they passed a few servants along‍‍ the way, but‍​ it wasn’t an​⁠ issue.

‘It’ll‌⁠ be public soon⁠‌⁠ anyway. No point‍ hiding it now.’​​​

The​​ legacies hidden underground‌‍‌ weren’t objects Lucian⁠⁠ could use at⁠​ will.

They‌⁠‌ were technologies whose‍​⁠ true value could‍‍ only be revealed⁠ through open research‌ and public development.‌​

‘Though‌⁠ that doesn’t mean⁠‍‌ I’ll let them​‍ into the vault.’⁠‍

After​‍⁠ clearing the area​‍ around the throne,⁠⁠ Lucian took out‍⁠ the key. When‍​ he touched it‌ like before, a bright light ran‌‍ along his wrist.⁠‌

Click.‌​

“This‌‍ is…!”

“Go‍ ahead.”

Faced​‌ with the passage⁠‍ under the throne,‍⁠ the vassals entered⁠ one after another,​‍ still in disbelief.⁠‌

“By⁠‌​ the heavens…!”

“Am‌‌​ I dreaming?”

“…”‌‌​

Hans​‍‌ and Ian were‌⁠ completely stunned.

Colin‍‌​ was on the‌ verge of fainting,​ unable to speak.‌

The‌‌‌ only one who⁠‍ remained composed was⁠ Eisen, who had‌​ already seen part‌​‍ of the treasure.‌⁠‍

“Now​‍ I understand where‌ those treasures come‍​ from.”

“An​ ancestral legacy I stumbled upon by‌ luck.”

Lucian⁠​ spoke with false​‌⁠ modesty and gave​ the vassals a soft clap, prompting⁠ them to scatter​ toward whatever interested⁠ them most.

Hans​ examined coins and⁠ jewels. Ian observed‍​ seedlings and herbs.‍⁠⁠ Lucian approached Colin,‌ who was inspecting‌​ ancient books.

“How‌‌ is it? Can⁠​⁠ you understand what‍‍ it says?”

Last‍⁠ time, Lucian had⁠​‌ only been able‌⁠⁠ to confirm they⁠ were methods for‌‌ creating magical tools,‌‍‌ but the terms‍⁠​ were too technical.‍

An⁠ expert like Colin‍‌⁠ should be able‍‌ to read them‍ fully.

“M-my​ lord…”

Colin⁠ looked at Lucian⁠⁠ with trembling, unfocused‍ eyes.

“What⁠ is it? Are‌‍ the magic tool​ techniques that impressive?”​‌‌

“…It’s⁠⁠​ not magic tool‍​‌ techniques.”

“What?”⁠⁠

“What’s​ written here are⁠ methods for creating‌ artifacts. Not just‌ sturdy weapons, but⁠⁠‌ ancient weapons capable​ of erasing mountains‌‍ and evaporating rivers.”​

“…?!”‍

Lucian​⁠ froze.

Artifacts.‍‌‍ Ancient weapons feared‌‌‌ even in past​‌ eras, capable of⁠ destroying kingdoms in⁠​⁠ a single day‍⁠ and reshaping the⁠‍‍ geography itself.

“And‍ the required materials?”⁠​

The​‍ rest could wait.‍⁠⁠ What mattered was‍⁠ whether the materials‌​ still existed.

“Dragon​ horn, giant heart,⁠‍‌ fairy dust… and​ mermaid essence.”

“…”‌‌

Lucian​⁠ clenched his fist‌ and slowly lowered‌‍ it.

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