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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Lucian‌‌‍ observed Lothier in‌ silence. A knight’s‌ oath of loyalty‌ was something that,‌‍ once spoken, could‌‍​ not be undone.​

If‍‍ he had already‌​ said it out⁠⁠‍ loud, it could‍‌ be considered a sincere sentiment, free‍ of deceit. However,⁠⁠‍ there was one‌ problem with accepting‌ his loyalty so​ easily.

“Don’t⁠​⁠ you already have⁠⁠ a lord to​‍ whom you swore‍‍ loyalty?”

He‍​ was the captain‌ of the guard​‍ protecting a territory​​ under direct imperial‌ control.

Normally,​​ he would have⁠‍ sworn fealty to⁠ the Emperor before⁠‌ anyone else.

And‌‍ yet now, he⁠ claimed he wanted​‍​ to change lords.‌

“That’s​‌⁠ strange. Since when​ does a knight⁠⁠‌ have the right⁠ to desert at​‍ will? As I understand it, as⁠⁠ long as the‍‌ lord fulfills his​‌‍ duties, the knight‍⁠‍ must serve him⁠‌⁠ with absolute loyalty.”‌

At‍ Lucian’s cold voice,‌‌ Lothier let out⁠‍ a sigh.

“Am‍ I not to​ Your Highness’s liking?”​‍

“Answer⁠⁠‍ my question first.”‌​‍

“Your⁠ Highness, I am​‌​ ignorant of political⁠ shifts and know⁠‌​ little of intrigue.‍⁠​ But even someone‍​⁠ like me, by‍⁠ this point, can​‌ tell how things‌ are developing.”

“What⁠‍‌ do you mean?”‍​

“Has⁠‌ His Majesty… truly​ passed away?”

Normally,‌ a knight would‌‌⁠ never mention the‍‌‍ death of their​​ liege. Even speaking‌‌⁠ of it was​​ considered disrespectful.

And‍⁠‍ if it concerned‌⁠ the Emperor of‍​​ the Empire, all‌ the more so.‍ Yet Lothier asked‌​⁠ the question directly.‌‍

‘He‌‍ must truly be‌‌ desperate.’

Lucian⁠ considered for a moment and decided⁠⁠​ to speak the⁠​ truth. Since things‌​​ had reached this‍⁠ point, he intended​⁠‌ to settle all​⁠‌ remaining issues then⁠ and there.

“I⁠‍ don’t know for​ sure. As you​ know, news travels‍‍ slowly to the‍ north. But the‌​ last time I saw him, he‌ seemed to be​⁠‌ in critical condition.”‌​​

“I‍‍ see…”

Lothier’s​‍‍ face darkened. It⁠‍⁠ was something he​ had already suspected,​ but hearing it​​‍ confirmed by Lucian⁠​ seemed to solidify​‍​ it in his⁠ mind.

As‌‍ if having made​‍‍ a final decision,​​‌ he bowed even‍ lower and spoke.‌

“If⁠ His Majesty has⁠⁠⁠ passed, then I currently have no‌​ lord to serve.‌‍ As a knight,‍⁠ I have fulfilled⁠​ my duty, and⁠⁠ now I wish‍ to serve a new lord.”

“Aren’t‌ there still the‍‌‍ First and Second​‍​ Princes?”

“If‍‍ either of them‌⁠ had wanted me,‍ they would have⁠‌​ sent a messenger‌⁠‍ by now. The‍‍⁠ fact that no‌‌⁠ word has come‌​ means they’ve forgotten​ I exist.”

In⁠​ truth, it wasn’t​ something he could‌ resent. There were⁠‌ countless knights in‌‌ service to the​⁠ Empire just in‌ Tibron alone.

For⁠​ a prince to​⁠ even remember the‌ name of a mere knight, not‍‌ even the commander⁠‍ of an order,⁠​ would already be​‍‌ a generational honor.​

The​‌⁠ problem was Lothier’s‌⁠ situation—completely forgotten and‍⁠⁠ isolated in a distant land, with‌‍​ no contact with​⁠ the capital.

With⁠‍ no one remembering‍ him, and having‌⁠⁠ even lost his⁠‍ position, who would‌⁠ care for them?‌ By the time‌​⁠ the chaos in⁠‍ the capital settled,⁠ his place would‌‌ likely no longer⁠​​ exist.

“Moreover,‌ as captain, I’m‍‌​ responsible for the‍​‍ lives of my‍‌​ men. How could‌‍ I abandon the‍ comrades I’ve fought‌ alongside just to⁠​ elevate my own​⁠ honor?”

“Anyone‌‍ would think this⁠‌ is the heart‌ of a battlefield.”‍⁠​

“Life⁠‍​ is a battlefield—there’s‍⁠‍ no difference. Dying​‍ while wandering and⁠‌‍ worrying about the‌‌ next meal, or‌​ dying pierced by‍ a soldier’s spear,⁠​⁠ is, in the⁠‍ end, the same‌​ death.”

If‌‍ the guard collapsed‍‍ and they were‌ left without means⁠⁠‍ to survive, that​‍ too would be⁠⁠ his responsibility.

At⁠‍⁠ the same time,‌‍‌ his words implied‌⁠⁠ that in exchange⁠‍⁠ for loyalty, he‌ asked for the‍ guard’s livelihood to⁠​‍ be ensured through⁠​ wages.

It⁠ was bold, but​ honest—and in response⁠‍ to that candor,⁠‍‌ Lucian also spoke​​ sincerely.

“I‍​⁠ can’t trust you.‍‌ Up until now,‍⁠​ your attitude has​‍⁠ been extremely lax⁠‌‌ and uncooperative.”

“Even​⁠ if I had‌ ten mouths, I couldn’t excuse myself.​‌ You’re absolutely right.”‌‌

“We⁠ also don’t know‌ if the two​‍ princes truly forgot​‌ you. In the‍ worst-case scenario, you‍ might end up​‌ serving two lords.”⁠⁠

“That’s⁠⁠ also true.”

“Then‍‍ I’ll ask you‌‌ something. If one​ of the princes‌​​ demands answers and⁠‍ accuses me of⁠ being a tyrant‌​ who forced your​‌ loyalty, what will‍⁠ you do then?”​‌

It‌‍⁠ wasn’t uncommon to‍⁠⁠ force loyalty from‌‍​ someone cornered and‍​‍ with no escape.‌

Even⁠ if Lothier wasn’t‍ an exceptional talent,​ politics could always‍⁠‌ twist things to‍ make accusations sound‍⁠‍ legitimate.

If​ someone used his‍​ oath to suppress‌‍ a Lucian growing‌‍ too powerful, the⁠‌⁠ situation could turn⁠ problematic later.

“You​ wouldn’t lose anything.‌ You’d simply return⁠ to the lord⁠⁠ you were originally​ bound to, and⁠ likely even receive‌ better treatment. But⁠‍​ I’d be left‌ as a wretch​‍‍ who forced loyalty⁠⁠‌ from a man⁠‌ who already had⁠ a lord.”

“If‍​ such a thing‍‍‌ truly happened, I would personally declare‌​⁠ Your Highness’s innocence.”⁠‌​

“Then‍ you’d be the‌‌ one remembered as⁠‍ a shameless man⁠⁠​ who served two​​‌ lords, and your⁠⁠⁠ family’s honor would⁠‌‍ be in ruins.”‍‌​

“If‍‍ I cut off‍​‍ my own head​​​ to atone for‌⁠‌ the sin, the‍⁠⁠ family would be⁠ spared. After all,⁠‍ the one at​‌‍ fault would be⁠‍ me alone.”

“…”​‍

Lucian​​⁠ looked at him,‌‍ slightly surprised. He⁠‍‍ thought perhaps Lothier‌ was just speaking⁠ recklessly, but his⁠‍‌ calm expression showed‍‍ he meant every​ word.

‘At‍‌‌ the very least,‌​‍ his sense of⁠​ responsibility is admirable.’‍‍​

He⁠ wasn’t especially sharp,​⁠‌ nor did he⁠‍ possess any outstanding⁠‍​ skill, but he⁠‌ also wasn’t the​ type to speak‌​‍ ill of his‌ lord after pledging‍ loyalty.

Even​ if something went​ wrong in the‌ future, he would⁠ shoulder the blame⁠⁠‍ alone and leave​⁠​ quietly.

After​ thinking for a moment, Lucian decided‌​⁠ to address the‍⁠ most immediate matter⁠⁠​ first.

“For‌⁠ now… let’s go⁠ see this defensive‍ device you claim⁠‍​ to have discovered.”‍

***‌

Lothier‌ guided Lucian without⁠‍‍ resistance to the‍​⁠ defensive device he‍⁠‍ had discovered.

Although⁠ Lucian hadn’t given‍⁠ a definitive answer,​‌⁠ his words already‌⁠‌ amounted to a half-acceptance.

When‍⁠‍ he reached the​ device, Lucian frowned.‌

“Isn’t‌​‌ this the barrier‍‍ artifact we saw‍‌ before?”

On‍⁠ the northern inner​‍‌ ring wall sat‌‍ a magical artifact‍ composed of multiple‌ fragments assembled into​ a spherical shape.​‌‌

At​‍ a glance, it​‍‌ looked like a strange decoration, but​​ in reality, it‌⁠ was the mechanism‍ that activated Asagrim’s​⁠ barrier.

“Do‍ you remember how‌ to activate it?”​‌

“Of⁠‍ course.”

“Then,⁠ could you show⁠​ me?”

Lucian​​ tilted his head‌ curiously and approached​ the artifact, following‌ Lothier’s instructions. When‍ he lifted a part that protruded‍​ more than the⁠​ others—

Clack!‍‌⁠

The‍​⁠ artifact trembled.

Woooong—‍​

“Good‍ thing there aren’t‍ any citizens living⁠⁠ here yet.”

Lucian​​ clicked his tongue​ as the artifact​⁠‍ vibrated loudly and‌⁠ projected a membrane⁠‍ of energy.

It‍⁠ was undoubtedly a useful function, but‌⁠ so noisy that⁠‌⁠ any enemy would‌‍ notice the moment‌ it activated.

From‍ the White Palace⁠‍ came brief noises,⁠ but since it‍‍⁠ wasn’t the first‍⁠⁠ time it had‌ happened, there was‌‍ no major commotion.⁠​

“Alright,‌‌ I’m done.”

“Good⁠​ work. Now it’s‍ my turn.”

Lothier⁠ approached the artifact​⁠⁠ and began to‌ manipulate it. No—rather‍ than manipulate it,​ it looked like⁠​ he was disassembling​ it quite roughly.​

“Hey!‍ If you break​‌ it—”

“There’s‌ no problem.”

Clank,‍‍ screech—

Ignoring‌ Lucian’s concern, Lothier‌‍‍ kept moving the⁠⁠ artifact. The fragments‌ began to shift​‍‍ like puzzle pieces—forward,‍ backward, left, right.‌

At‌ the same time,​ the barrier surrounding⁠‍​ Asagrim started to⁠‌​ show irregularities.

Crackle!​‍‍

“…!?”⁠‍‌

The​ barrier shimmered with‍ a sound like⁠‍ lightning scorching dry‌‌ branches. Upon closer‌‌​ inspection, violet lightning‍ flickered around Asagrim’s​⁠ perimeter.

At⁠‌‌ Lucian’s astonished look,​‍ Lothier calmly explained.​⁠

“This‍​‌ artifact doesn’t just‌‌ create a barrier​​ to stop enemies.‍‌​ Depending on how‍‍​ it’s handled, it‍‌‌ can alter the⁠ barrier’s nature. Right​ now, I’ve modified‍ it—anyone who touches​​ it will burn‌‍ to death.”

“And‍⁠ how did you​‌ discover something like​‍ that? From the‍​⁠ looks of it,​‍ it’s a function⁠​‌ that only reveals‍⁠⁠ itself if you’re‌ willing to break⁠‌ it.”

“I‌ tried smashing it⁠​⁠ on the ground,​‌ but it didn’t‍​‍ break. Instead, the​ barrier changed. After‌ hitting it a few more times‌ and giving up,​⁠ I decided to⁠‍ learn how to‌⁠‌ handle it properly.”‍‍

“…”‌⁠

Lucian‍‌ looked at Lothier,⁠‍ speechless.

If‌‍ such a high-level​‌ magical artifact were​‌ to break, no​⁠‍ one could predict‍‌ what consequences might‌⁠‍ occur—even to the‍​ user—and yet he​‍ had tried to⁠‍​ destroy it.

“Alright.‌ With that, my‌‍‌ role is done.”​

After⁠⁠ roughly explaining how​ the artifact worked,‍​ Lothier looked at​ Lucian.

It⁠‌​ was as if‌ to say he‍​ had proven his​‍‌ worth, and now​ it was up‍‌‍ to Lucian to‍⁠​ accept or reject⁠‌‌ him.

Lucian​‌ deactivated the barrier‍ and met Lothier’s⁠ gaze.

“Lothier‍ Terman. As of‌‌‌ today, you are‌​​ a knight in​‍​ my service, and‌‍‍ the soldiers you‌​ commanded are now⁠ my soldiers. As​‍ their sovereign, I guarantee treatment according‍ to their loyalty.”‌⁠​

“Thank​ you, Your Highness!‌ I will serve⁠‌⁠ with absolute loyalty!”‌​‍

Lothier‌ fell to his‌‍ knees, his trembling‌‍‌ voice filled with⁠‌ deep relief, like​ a man who⁠‌ had just escaped⁠‌ the edge of‍⁠ ruin.

Lucian⁠‍‌ watched him thoughtfully.‍​

‘Now​⁠ what should I use them for?’⁠​

They⁠ weren’t extraordinary talents,‍⁠⁠ but they were‌‍‍ seasoned knights. At​ a time when⁠‍ any useful hands‌⁠‌ were needed, there‌‌ was certainly a place for them.‍

***⁠⁠

Lucian⁠‌‌ decided to temporarily⁠‌ turn the Asagrim⁠‍‌ garrison into a security force.

Citizens‌​‍ would soon arrive,​​‍ and maintaining order‌ would be essential.⁠ Besides, no candidates⁠ were more suitable.‌‍‌

‘They​ know Asagrim better​‌‍ than I do.’​‍

They‍‌ had patrolled every​⁠ corner for years,‌ watching for intruders.​ Lothier, the former​ commander, had even⁠‍ discovered a hidden‍‌ defensive device disguised​‍ as decoration.

Whether⁠​⁠ criminal or spy,​ there was no​ one they couldn’t​​ catch if they​‍ set their minds⁠‌ to it.

Once​​​ preparations were complete,‍ Lucian allowed the⁠ citizens to enter⁠​⁠ Asagrim.

“My⁠​⁠ goodness, it’s so‍ beautiful! The pilgrims’‌ stories were true!”‌​

“I​‍ never thought I’d‌​ see the White‍​⁠ Palace up close…”​

“Honey,‍ how much did‌ we say we’d⁠ make if we​ resold a house‌ here?”

“Shh!‍ Don’t say such‍‍​ things where everyone⁠‍ can hear you!”‍

“I‌​‍ had my doubts,‍​​ but now I’m‍ ready to open⁠⁠ a shop right‌ away.”

Although‌⁠‍ the city had⁠‍‌ only its reputation,‍ no one seemed‍ worried.

The‍ title of Sacred​ Land of the⁠⁠ North had an‌‌⁠ irresistible pull. But​ once the inconveniences‌ became apparent, that​ charm wouldn’t last‍⁠ long.

Before⁠​ that happened, Lucian‍ poured in the‌‌‍ funds he had‍‍ prepared and launched⁠‍​ the urban reconstruction‌ plan.

“What⁠ happened to the​‌ merchant caravan that​ was supposed to‍⁠⁠ arrive?”

“It’s‍‌⁠ coming tomorrow. Other‍⁠ caravans will arrive⁠ in staggered groups.”‍​‍

“Good.​ Keep trade steady⁠⁠ until the market‌​ stabilizes properly.”

“Some⁠‍‌ merchants are asking‌⁠ for exclusive rights—”⁠​‌

“Are​⁠ they insane? Tell‍⁠ them to stop⁠​ spewing nonsense if‍‌​ they don’t want‍‌​ to die.”

While‍‌‍ Lucian signed piles​​⁠ of documents, the⁠‌ selected administrators worked​‍‍ nonstop. The internal⁠‌⁠ affairs department, including‌ the treasurer, barely​ slept, spending night⁠⁠ after night awake.‌

“Why⁠‌ do the number⁠⁠‌ of residents and​‌ collected taxes not‍‍ match at all?”‍

“A‍‌‍ lot of new‍‌ settlers have arrived‌⁠ in the meantime—there’s⁠‌‍ no helping it.”⁠‌

“Of‍⁠​ course there is!⁠ You should’ve updated​ the report immediately!”⁠‍⁠

“Don’t⁠ say ridiculous things!⁠⁠ I’m dying here⁠‌⁠ from lack of⁠⁠ staff!”

“…For‍ now, let’s inform​⁠ His Highness and‌‌ recruit new administrators.‌⁠​ Or bring in‌⁠ some from the‌‌‌ old territories.”

And⁠⁠​ so, lord and‍​⁠ subordinates spent three‍‍‌ months completely absorbed‍​ in work. Fortunately,‍ after that time,‍ the workload began‍⁠ to ease, and⁠​ they could breathe‍⁠ a little.

Although​‍ everything was new‍ and demanded constant⁠‌‍ attention, the system⁠ was transparent.

There​‍ were mistakes, yes—but‌ no corruption or​‌ embezzlement. And once⁠‍‌ the framework was‍ in place, everything‌ began to flow‌ naturally.

‘At‌​‌ this rate, recruiting‌​ mages before the‌‌​ year ends will​⁠⁠ be hard.’

Magical⁠ research was important,‍ but not more​ so than properly‌⁠ settling the citizens.‌​⁠ First, the territory‌​ had to be‍​⁠ stabilized.

Exhausted,‍ Lucian dropped into​ his chair with​‍ a bitter smile.​​

“Your⁠ Highness.”

“Colin?‌‌‌ What is it?”⁠

Chief‍ Mage Colin appeared​ with a tense​‌​ expression. At first,​⁠ Lucian thought he‌⁠‌ had found something⁠ among the treasure‌ hall books—but what‍ he said was​ completely unexpected.

“A‍ colleague of mine‌‍ wishes to see​‍‍ you.”

“Your⁠‌ colleague?”

“Yes.⁠ She belongs to​ the same school​⁠‌ of celestial astrology‌​⁠ as I do.​​​ Her name is‌ Helen, and she‌ studies astrology.”

Lucian‌ blinked involuntarily.

Astrology?‌

Right‍‌ now, what he‍ needed was magical‌ research—not fortune-telling.

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