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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 114

Chapter 114

A ridiculous threat.

Hermann⁠​ thought that and‌​‍ tried to let‍ out a loud​​​ laugh. Even if⁠​ it was an⁠ obvious bluff, being‍‍ the first to‍‌​ make a bold‍⁠⁠ move was the‌​‍ basis of any‍⁠ negotiation.

However,​​ the muscles in‍‍ his face, stiff,‍‍‍ didn’t move an‍​​ inch.

‘Damn‍ it, he came‌‌⁠ with the worst‌‍ possible card.’

Divide⁠ them in two,⁠​ forgive one half,‌​⁠ and declare the‌ other traitors?

Even​ without seeing it‌⁠‌ play out, the​ outcome was obvious.​​

The⁠ forgiven ones would⁠‌ stay silent and‍‌ hidden, while those‍⁠ declared traitors would​ vanish under the⁠‌ armies that would​⁠​ rain down on⁠ them from all‌‌​ sides.

“Do‌⁠‍ you really think‍‍ such poor words‌ can shake us?”‌

Hermann⁠‍ managed to catch​‍ his breath and‍ feigned bravery, but​⁠⁠ Lesta curled his⁠‍⁠ lips in mockery.​

“Well.​ From where I’m​‍‌ standing, you already​‍​ seem pretty shaken.”​‍‍

“Don’t⁠‌ jump to conclusions.⁠ There’s no fool‍ here who can’t​​​ see that your‌⁠⁠ proposal is just⁠​⁠ simple division.”

“And​‌ even knowing that,‌‍‌ division usually works.‍‍‌ If falling into‌‌⁠ it is beneficial,‍‍ wouldn’t it be​​ even more foolish‍⁠ not to?”

“Bastard!”​​‍

Hermann‌‍​ shouted at him,⁠‍​ but his voice​​ lacked strength.

Lesta‌⁠‌ watched him for‌‍​ a moment before​ casually looking around‌⁠ the room.

“If​⁠​ you don’t like‍ the duke’s proposal,‍⁠‌ why not raise​​ an army proclaiming‍ Calix’s innocence? If​ you declare vengeance‍ for a blood⁠‍ ally, who would⁠‌ dare deny it?”​‍

“…”⁠‍‌

The‌ lords fell silent.⁠

Truly‌‌‍ unite to defend‌‍‌ Calix’s innocence?

‘Damn⁠ it, if that​​​ were possible, we​ would’ve done it‌‌⁠ already.’

They⁠⁠ weren’t stupid. If‌‌ they could have‌‌​ united around Calix⁠‍‍ and driven out‌ Lucian, they would​‌‍ have done so‍‍ without hesitation.

The⁠​ problem was that‌​ Calix had crossed‌​‌ a line that‌⁠‍ couldn’t be erased.⁠‌

An‍ assassination attempt—that could​​ still be dressed‌ up.

But⁠‍ hiring an unauthorized‍‍⁠ mage?

‘How‌​‌ are we supposed‍⁠‌ to cover up‍‌ a real act​ of treason? Even⁠‍ protection has its​ limits.’

A sigh rose from​‌⁠ deep within.

The​‌⁠ moment they got‍‍ involved, the label​⁠⁠ of traitor would⁠⁠‌ be permanent.

Knowing​‍‌ that you could​ be next, the‍‌ only option was⁠‍⁠ to stay still.‍‌‌

‘And​ after doing nothing‍ while Calix was​‌​ annihilated, using that‍‌‍ excuse now would⁠ make us the​ laughingstock of the‍‍​ entire continent.’

But⁠ without Calix, there‌ was no reason⁠‌ at all to⁠​‍ raise troops together.‍

The⁠​ only possible excuse‌⁠ would be a direct external threat,​⁠ and even then—pardon​‍ half?

The​ image of the⁠ declared traitors falling⁠​ one by one⁠​ while the rest​​ silently watched came‌⁠ clearly to mind.‍

“…We‌ didn’t know anything‍‌ about Calix’s assassination⁠‌ attempt.”

With⁠⁠ no better argument,‍‍ Hermann murmured that‌‍‍ excuse.

It‍ was a step​‍ back from his⁠​ previous stance, but​​ in Lesta’s eyes,‍ it was laughable.⁠‍

“And‌​‍ who do you‍⁠ plan to prove​‍​ that innocence to?‌ The imperial family?​‍‌ Or the other⁠​​ northern lords?”

“…”⁠​

Hermann‌ closed his mouth​ again.

The​⁠ imperial family was​⁠⁠ out of the⁠‌ question from the‌⁠⁠ beginning. They had⁠‌ openly supported Lucian.‍‌

No⁠‍⁠ matter how much⁠‌ they cried injustice,‍‍​ they would pretend​ not to hear‌⁠‌ and tell them​⁠‌ to handle it‍ themselves.

The‌ other northern lords⁠‍​ wouldn’t help either.‌⁠​ Many had suffered​⁠​ serious losses due​‍‍ to Calix’s rebellion.‍‌‌

Innocent⁠ or not, just‌⁠ knowing they had‌ cooperated with him‌⁠‍ was enough to​‌‌ sharpen their knives.⁠‍

“Come‌‌‌ to your senses.‌ This isn’t about‍⁠ justice—it’s about choosing‍ between allies and‍‍‍ enemies. You’ve been‍‍ given the chance‌​⁠ to be allies,⁠‌⁠ yet you insist⁠⁠‌ on staying enemies.”​‌

Lesta‍‌​ clicked his tongue⁠ and turned to​⁠​ leave.

“I’ll⁠⁠‍ say it one‍ more time. This⁠ is the last⁠ chance. The duke⁠‍ has clearly stated​⁠ he will show‌ no more mercy.‌‌ Keep that in‍​ mind.”

With‍‌⁠ those words, Lesta⁠ left the room.⁠

Silence‌‌ lingered even after‌⁠​ the intruder was‍ gone.

Hermann,⁠​ hesitating, looked at‌ the other lords.​

“Everyone…”⁠⁠

He​ was about to‌‌‍ say he didn’t​‌ believe they were‌​ serious.

But⁠‍⁠ he stopped.

The​‌ lords present began​​ to stand up‌‌ one by one.⁠⁠⁠

“Ahem,⁠​ let’s end the​‌​ meeting here for‍⁠⁠ today.”

“Doesn’t‍⁠ seem like discussing‌‌ further will lead⁠⁠‌ to a solution.”‍

“If⁠​ I think of‍​ something, I’ll reach‍‌⁠ out.”

Hearing‍‌⁠ those excuses, Hermann‍​ shut his eyes‍‌‍ tightly.

It​⁠ was clear they⁠​ were going home‍⁠‌ to seriously consider‍⁠ Lucian’s proposal.

‘It’s‍​ over.’

Feeling⁠ even the last⁠‍ trace of resistance‍ fade away, Hermann‌‌‍ nodded heavily.

“Since‌⁠​ everyone agrees, let’s‌ conclude the meeting.”⁠​

He⁠‍​ was the first‌‌ to leave the⁠‌ room.

If‍ no one was⁠‍‌ going to support⁠ him, resisting was‍ pointless.

Then,‌​ the best move‍⁠ was to be​ the first to⁠​ show “goodwill” and‌​​ gain forgiveness.

***⁠

“…I’ve‍​ never seen such⁠‍ a quick change‍​ in attitude.”

Lucian​⁠ let out a dry laugh at​‌ the sight of⁠⁠⁠ the mountain of‍‍⁠ letters piled up.⁠⁠

He‌‌ expected it to‍ work, but he‍ hadn’t imagined that‍‍⁠ absolutely everyone would‌ send letters expressing‍ their “goodwill.”

“I​ thought at least​⁠ a few would‌​ pretend to be‍‌‌ loyal and stand‍⁠ firm.”

“It’s‍ not strange at​ all. You’re offering‍⁠ to erase a charge of treason‌‌‌ with a minimal⁠ contribution. At this‌‍‍ point, anyone who‌ doesn’t understand the​​⁠ situation and resists‍ deserves to die.”‌⁠‍

“I​ suppose so.”

Lucian​ smiled slightly at⁠ Lesta’s words.

To⁠ Lucian, it was‌ just a show‌‍ for appearances, but‌ for them, it‌ was the fate⁠ of their houses.⁠‍

No⁠ matter how unfair​‍‌ it seemed, anyone​‍ with half a brain had no‍‍‍ choice but to‌​⁠ bow their head.‌‌

“Well⁠​ done. Now tell⁠‍ me, when do⁠ you plan to‌ return? Your territory‍ must be busy.”​​‍

Lucian’s‍⁠ gaze turned to‍⁠‌ Lesta, who was⁠ nodding beside him.‌‍

He⁠ had called him‍ to persuade the​‍‌ lords who had​ once been allied⁠​ with Calix, but​ even after everything‌ was over, he⁠⁠‌ didn’t seem to​‌ have any intention​ of leaving.

“No⁠⁠​ matter how busy‍‌ my territory may​ be, how could⁠ I ignore a request from Your​‌ Highness?”

Lesta‌‌ replied with a bow, dodging the‌⁠ question.

Seeing‍ him avoid a clear answer, Lucian‍‍‌ gave a faint‍ smile and pushed‌⁠‌ the letters aside.‍‌

“Speak‍‍ frankly. Do you​ need something from‌ me?”

“How⁠ could I…?”

“When‍⁠‍ the chance comes,​‌​ say it. I give exactly what‍⁠⁠ I receive. Even⁠ if you stay‌‌ by my side,​ I won’t give‍ you more than‌‍ what you’ve given​⁠ me.”

Like‌‌‍ a child whose⁠​‌ intentions had been‍⁠ read by an‌​ adult, Lesta flinched.​‍ He hesitated for‍‌‌ a moment and‍​​ finally revealed his‍‍‌ true intention.

“It’s⁠ true that my⁠‍‌ territory is stable.​‌ My family members​‍ know Your Highness⁠ trusts me. The​⁠‌ attempt to restore‌​ my father’s honor⁠​‍ has been completely​ thwarted as well.”​

“Then​ what’s the problem?”⁠​

“The​‌ other lords nearby.‌ Not knowing Your​‌⁠ Highness’s stance, they‍ dream of devouring​​ my territory and‌​​ then seeking a new backer…”

“I‌ see.”

Although⁠​​ Lesta had aligned‍‌ with Lucian, he⁠​​ had never made⁠ it public.

To‍ be precise, he⁠‌ never had the‌​ chance. He hadn’t​ arrived in time⁠‍‍ for the banquet,⁠ and after his‍ arrival, the assassination⁠​‍ attempt by Calix‍ occurred.

When⁠ he received and⁠‍‌ escorted the vassals,​ the name of‍‌ the Swordmaster Eisen‍ was so dominant‌‍ that it completely‌‍ overshadowed him.

So,​‌ the lords who‍⁠‌ were unaware of​ the internal situation​‍ had no way​‌ of knowing the​⁠​ relationship between Lucian⁠⁠ and Lesta.

‘Did​‍‌ they think they‌​ could use my‌‍ name freely and‍ didn’t need to⁠‍ worry about my​⁠ reaction?’

Using⁠‍‍ the excuse of‌ punishing a traitor,​​ it seemed they​ wanted to snatch⁠‍ a bit more‌‌‌ land before the‌‍ northern chaos settled.‍​

Now⁠⁠‌ Lucian understood why​⁠ Lesta hadn’t returned​⁠​ to his territory​​​ and had stayed‌‌ glued to his​‌​ side.

Was‍​ it to show‍‍‍ those opportunists that‍⁠⁠ Lucian was backing‍ him?

“It’s‌​ not like I dare ask openly,‍‍ but if Your⁠‍ Highness were to‍⁠‍ say just a word, they…”

“I’ll⁠ send Felicia.”

“…What?”⁠‌‌

“She’ll‍‌ go to your⁠⁠ territory and stay‌​ there as a guest for a couple of days.‌​‍ That’ll be enough.”⁠

Lesta​​‍ blinked, stunned.

Felicia​​⁠ was the adopted‍​ daughter and direct‍⁠ disciple of Swordmaster‍​⁠ Eisen Brightner, and‍‍ also Lucian’s personal‌​ guard, famously known‌‌ for never leaving‍ his side.

For⁠ her to stay​⁠‍ in his territory​‌‍ was equivalent to‌⁠​ a public declaration⁠‍‌ of the trust‌ Lucian had in‍ him.

“Th-thank‍‌ you, Your Highness!”‍‍‌

“Don’t‌‌ overdo it. Just​ give her a proper welcome. And​​ don’t treat her‍ lightly just because​‍‌ she’s a woman.”​

“If‌‍ anyone dares disrespect⁠‍ Lady Felicia, I’ll‍‌ personally cut off‍​ their head and‍ pickle it in⁠‍ salt!”

“Perfect⁠​ then.”

Lucian‍‌ returned to reviewing​⁠ the letters, ending‍​‌ the meeting. Lesta‌‍⁠ left the office⁠ with his forehead​⁠ nearly touching the​​ floor, his face‍ lit with emotion.​‌‍

Shortly​‌ after, having reviewed⁠‌ all the letters,‌ Lucian picked up⁠ a few and‍ rose from his⁠ seat.

The‍‍⁠ place he headed​‍ to was the⁠ underground prison.

Unlike‌ before, when it⁠​⁠ had holes and​​‍ security flaws, it​‌⁠ was now tightly⁠‍‌ guarded.

He‌ stopped in front​​⁠ of the cell‍​ at the back.‍⁠‌

“How‌ are the nights‍​ in the sacred⁠⁠‌ land of the⁠‌ North?”

“Damn‍‍⁠ you…”

From‌‍ within, Norvek responded‌‌ in a weak⁠‌ voice, still full​⁠‍ of hatred, but‌‍ tinged with resignation.‌⁠⁠

“Did⁠ you come to⁠‍ mock me?”

“No.​‌​ I came to‍ bring you news‍‌ from outside.”

Lucian​ tossed several letters‍ into the cell.​‍

Norvek⁠‍‌ picked them up​ with trembling hands,‍⁠‌ and as he​ read them, his‍​‍ body began to⁠‌⁠ shake.

“Those⁠‍ damned bastards! Just⁠‌ yesterday they were‍​ benefiting from the⁠ name of Calix,‍‍ and now they‌ dare…!”

“Dare?​⁠ Were they supposed​ to sink with‌‍​ Calix? It was‍ an alliance based‌​ on benefits. You’re‌ asking too much.”​

A crumpled letter flew​‌ between the bars.​‌

Lucian‌‍‌ caught it easily‌‍​ and put it⁠​​ away.

“Calm‍‍ down. If you‍​‌ keep that up,‍⁠ you’ll die of‌‌ rage before your​ execution day.”

“Shut​⁠ up! If you​ came to mock​ me, get out!”⁠

“I​ didn’t come to‌‍ mock you. I came to ask​ you something.”

“You‍⁠ think I’ll answer​‌ so easily?”

Ignoring‌⁠ Norvek’s sarcasm, Lucian‌ spoke calmly.

“Why⁠ didn’t you back⁠ down before it​‍ came to this?”‍‍​

“What?”​

“Literally.‍​ You always had‍‍‍ the option to‍⁠​ surrender. If, when‌ I became lord​‌ of Asagrim, you‍‍ had stepped aside,​ you could have​‌ lived comfortably as​⁠⁠ the head of‌​⁠ a great family.‌ Your son wouldn’t​‍‍ have died.”

But​‌‍ Norvek never surrendered.‌

Even‍ when the balance‍ was clearly tipped‍‌‍ against him, he‍ kept making reckless‌ decisions.

Lucian⁠‌‍ couldn’t understand it.​⁠‌

In‌‍ his past life,‍ Norvek had lived​‍⁠ quietly until the​⁠ end. Why was‍ he now so⁠⁠ obsessed with holding‍​ the title of‍⁠ lord of the​ North?

“Why‍ create all this⁠​⁠ chaos in your⁠ final years? Were‌​ you trying to‌​​ fulfill a dream‌⁠ you never achieved‌​ in your youth?”‌‌

At‌​ the question, Norvek​‍⁠ raised his gaze​‍⁠ in fury.

“Why?‍ I should be‍‍​ the one asking​‌ that. I have​ royal blood too.​‍‌ Why should I settle for spending⁠​‍ the rest of‌​‍ my life as‌ a mere count?”‌

Lucian‌‍‌ blinked in surprise.​

He‍‍ hadn’t seen that⁠‌ coming.

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