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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 118

Chapter 118

“Colin,​‍‌ you’re human too,‌⁠ so of course​​​ you’d want to‍ prioritize your fellow‌‌ schoolmates. But asking⁠‍‌ me to hire‌​ someone who brings‍ nothing to the‌⁠​ table just because‌ she’s your classmate⁠‍⁠ is…”

“No,‌‌‌ that’s not it!⁠‌ She’s the one‌ who came to‍⁠‍ me asking for‍​ a meeting with​‌​ you, my lord!”‌

At⁠‌ Lucian’s words, Colin‍ panicked and waved⁠ his hands frantically.​‍

It⁠​ wasn’t that he‌ wanted to introduce‌⁠ a classmate for‍ personal gain, but‌⁠ rather that he‌⁠ had an unavoidable‌ reason.

“I​ know my lord‍ doesn’t believe in‌‍‌ astrology! But I owe her a debt from the‍‌ past that I couldn’t ignore!”

“A​ debt? What kind‌​‍ of debt?”

“A‍ debt for a prediction. When I first met you,‍​‍ my lord, I mentioned it… do⁠​‍ you remember?”

“Ah,⁠‍​ that.”

The‍‌ day Colin first​‍‍ met Lucian. After⁠ burning Godfrey alive,⁠ he had immediately⁠​ begged Lucian to​ take him in.​⁠

When‌ Lucian asked how⁠ he dared to​⁠ do such a thing, Colin replied⁠⁠ that it was‍​‌ because of a prediction.

He​‌​ clearly remembered how⁠​‌ absurd it had‌⁠ seemed that someone‌‍⁠ would rely solely‌ on another mage’s‌‍‍ fortune-telling to make⁠⁠⁠ such a decision.‍‌​

“You‍‌⁠ said if I didn’t accept you,‌ I’d become a reaper, and if⁠‍ I did, I’d‍ become a benefactor?”​‍⁠

“Exactly.‍‌​ I clung to‌⁠⁠ you, my lord,⁠ relying solely on‌⁠ that prediction.”

“And​ in the end,​​​ the prediction came⁠​ true. Thanks to‍ that, you’re now‌​ the chief mage​‍‍ of Asagrim.”

“That’s‍​⁠ the problem. If‌‌​ the prediction had‌⁠‌ failed, there would⁠‍‌ be no debt.‌⁠ But since things​ turned out exactly⁠ as she said,‍ I’m still in‌ her debt.”

“I​ see.”

Lucian‌ stroked his chin⁠ thoughtfully. To be​ honest, he still​​‌ didn’t believe in⁠‌ divination nor had​‌ any intention to.‍

But‍‌⁠ Colin was no‌ longer just a subordinate—he was one‌ of his trusted​​ men.

If‌​‍ it was to‍‍​ settle the debt​‍​ of a close⁠​⁠ subordinate, there was​​​ no harm in‌​ meeting a fortune-teller‍⁠ once.

“Fine.‌ I’ll meet her‍ once.”

“Thank​ you for your‌⁠ mercy, my lord!”‍

“But‌ make this clear.⁠‌ It’ll be just​⁠⁠ one meeting. There’s‌‍‌ no place for⁠‍ fortune-tellers in the⁠​​ White Palace. If‍‌‌ she wants to‌⁠⁠ work here, she’ll‍ have to prove‌​‍ skills unrelated to​‍⁠ divination.”

“I’ll⁠ make that very‌ clear.”

Colin‍​ bowed several times⁠‌‍ and ran out.⁠

***⁠​

Shortly​‌‌ after, Colin returned​‌ accompanied by a woman. The woman,‍ with striking red⁠ hair, knelt before​‍‍ Lucian and spoke.⁠⁠​

“It’s‍‍‍ an honor to‍‍ meet Duke Grimaldi.⁠‍⁠ I’m Helen, I studied alongside Colin⁠​​ at the School‍‍‍ of Celestial Astronomy.”⁠

“Alright,‍​​ nice to meet⁠​‍ you. I heard‍ you requested to‌‍‍ see me. Why⁠​‌ is that?”

“Though⁠ I’m someone without‌⁠ achievements, I’ve come⁠‌​ because I wish‍ to serve the​​​ duke. I beg‍⁠⁠ you to accept​​ me.”

At⁠‍ Helen’s request, Lucian​‍ looked at Colin.‌‌​ His gaze clearly⁠‌⁠ asked whether he‌‌ had properly explained‍⁠ the situation.

Colin‍‌‌ nodded firmly. Seeing‍ that, Helen smiled​ gently and continued.​‌‌

“My​​⁠ older brother explained‍⁠⁠ everything to me.⁠‍​ That the duke‍‌ does not believe‍‍‌ in fortune-telling or​​ consult it.”

“I‍‌‌ see you understand‍⁠​ well. But then,​⁠ what does it​⁠ mean for an⁠⁠ astrologer to want‍ to enter my‍⁠ service? Are you‌‌⁠ suggesting I use‌‍​ you for intrigue?”‌‌

Lucian‌‍⁠ didn’t believe in⁠ fortune-telling, but he‍​ knew many people‍​ did. Even street⁠‍ charlatans had fanatical⁠ followers.

If‌‍‍ it was a prediction made by​ a mage, people‍‌‍ might become even⁠​ more obsessed. Using⁠ that against superstitious‌‌ enemy lords wasn’t‍‍⁠ impossible.

“Of⁠‌‌ course, it would‍ only work once.‍ As soon as‍​​ a false prediction‍​‍ is revealed, your​ head would roll.‌‍ But if you‍ still want that‍‌ role, I might⁠‍‍ consider it.”

“I’m‍ sorry. This may​​‌ sound arrogant, but​‌ I don’t lie⁠‍‍ in my predictions.⁠ Whoever tries to‍‌⁠ hide the truth⁠​‌ they’ve seen in‌‍ the palm of⁠ their hand ends‌‍​ up unable to⁠⁠‍ see even what‌‍​ they once did.”​‍

“Sorry,​ but I’m not‍ interested in fortune-telling.​⁠⁠ If you want‌​​ to work as‌‌ an astrologer, look​‌‌ elsewhere.”

“I‍ didn’t come to⁠⁠ work as an⁠ astrologer. I wish‍‌ to serve as‍ a counselor and⁠⁠ offer my wisdom.”‌

“Counselor?”‌

Lucian‌‌ smiled wryly while​ tapping the armrest​ of the throne.​ An astrologer counselor—it⁠ was a scene​ far too familiar.​

“As⁠‌ far as I know, kings who‍‌‍ trusted in fortune-telling‍ usually had astrologers‌​ as advisors. And‍​​ most of those⁠‍‌ kingdoms ended in⁠ ruin.”

“I’m⁠​ not speaking from​ a prediction, but​⁠ from my own⁠⁠ opinion. If you‍‍‍ don’t trust me,⁠‌‍ at least listen‌ to the advice​⁠ I’ll give now.”⁠‌

“Speak.​‌⁠ But don’t complain​ if I choose‌‌ to ignore it.”‍​⁠

“I’ll‌ provide you with‍ an army.”

Lucian⁠ blinked. An army,⁠‍‍ just like that.‍

“I⁠‌​ don’t need an​‍‍ army. Asagrim is‌‍‍ protected by the‌‌​ elite forces sent‌‌ by the Empire⁠‌‍ and the Order​ of the Blue⁠ Rose. Creating one‍‍ of my own​ would only consume‌ the budget unnecessarily.”​‍

“The‌‍ troops loaned by⁠​‌ the Empire are⁠‍ not your army.⁠ They are loyal‌‍ to the Empire,​⁠ not to you,​ and will return⁠​ the moment they’re‍⁠ summoned. Isn’t what⁠⁠​ you need now‍‍‍ an army that’s‍‌ absolutely loyal to⁠⁠‌ you?”

“Hmm.”​

It​ wasn’t a wrong⁠​ statement. In fact,⁠ he had originally​​​ planned to form‍​​ an army once‌⁠‍ the territory stabilized.‌‍

Although​‌⁠ he had changed⁠‌​ his strategy upon⁠‌ noticing the Order⁠‍⁠ of the Blue⁠ Rose’s discontent with‌ the Empire, from‍‍‍ an outsider’s perspective,⁠​⁠ her analysis wasn’t​​ bad.

Lucian‍​ gestured with his⁠‌ chin for her⁠‍ to continue, and​ Helen went on.‌

“Of‍​ course, Your Highness⁠‍ must already know‍⁠ that, so surely⁠​‍ you have a plan in mind.⁠ However, regardless of‍‌ the method chosen,‌‌ training elite troops‍ always takes time.”⁠

“That’s⁠⁠ obvious. Don’t tell⁠‍ me that, to⁠​ shorten that time,‍ you’re thinking of‌​ bringing in soldiers​‍ from elsewhere.”

Lucian’s‌‍⁠ gaze turned cold‍ instantly. The reason‌⁠​ he was willing‍​‌ to spend years‍‌‌ training elite troops‍​ wasn’t arbitrary.

During​​‌ that process, soldiers‍​ developed a much​‍ deeper loyalty to‍ the lord who‍​ had supported and‍‌ trained them from⁠⁠‌ the ground up.⁠​​

In‍⁠ contrast, veteran soldiers‍​​ knew their own‌⁠ worth and demanded⁠⁠‍ appropriate treatment from​⁠ the start.

For‌‍‍ them, there was​‍‌ no emotional debt‍ of having been​⁠ raised by their‌ lord.

There‌‍⁠ was a reason‌‌‍ Lucian treated both‍ the Order of‍‌‌ the Blue Rose​ and the elite‍‌ Imperial forces with‍‌ the utmost respect.‌

“Exactly.‍​‍ The situation is⁠ too chaotic to‌ turn a disorganized⁠‍ group into elite​⁠ troops.”

Even‌ sensing the change⁠ in atmosphere, Helen⁠⁠​ nodded without flinching.⁠‌​ Lucian was about‌ to respond with‍ disappointment when she​ continued.

“Beyond​ the ice fields,‌‍⁠ in the frozen⁠‌‌ land that few‌‍ can now access,​ there are still‍‍ people who share‍⁠‍ your lineage and​‌ that of your‍​ ancestors.”

“…What?”‌‍⁠

The​ unexpected statement left‍‍‍ Lucian stunned. At‌⁠ the same time,‌ he recalled his⁠⁠‌ last conversation with​ Norvek.

— Before our ancestors⁠‌ settled in Asagrim,⁠⁠​ when they still⁠​​ lived as barbarians,‍​⁠ there were thirty-five​​ tribes in the​‌​ snowy plains far​⁠ to the north.‌‍

A secret that most⁠ northerners didn’t know.‌‌‌ The true origin‌‌‍ of the northern‌‌ royal line.

And​ they were still​‌‍ alive?

While⁠‍ Lucian remained dazed,​ Helen’s voice echoed‍‍ in his ears.​

“Welcome‍ the tribes beyond‍‌ the snow—and become⁠⁠ the true King‌​ of the North.”‍

***⁠‌

Lucian​⁠​ decided to put​⁠‍ Helen’s proposal on⁠‍⁠ hold for the​⁠⁠ time being. The​⁠‌ most important thing​ now was the⁠⁠⁠ settlement of the‍‍ citizens, not obtaining‍‍ an army.

Helen‌​‌ agreed with that​​‍ decision.

“I⁠​ don’t mind waiting,‌⁠ but I don’t‍⁠ want to become⁠‍‌ a useless burden.‍⁠ If there’s any​ work available, no⁠ matter how small,‌ please assign it‌ to me.”

“Could‌​ you handle magical‌ research alongside Colin?”⁠‌‍

“I’m⁠‍‍ sorry, but that‍​ won’t be possible.⁠‍ Although we’re both‍‍⁠ mages, what he​‌ and I studied⁠‍ is far too‍‌ different.”

“I‍‌​ was under the‍‍ impression you both‌⁠ belonged to the​ same school. Is‌‍‍ it that different?”⁠

“It’s‍ like the difference‍​⁠ between a soldier⁠⁠ who throws a spear and one⁠‍​ who operates a catapult.”

Put⁠‌‍ that way, Lucian‌‌ had no way​ to refute it.​ But outside of‌​‍ magic, there wasn’t‍ much else he‌ could assign her.⁠​‌

Astrology​⁠⁠ was out because⁠‌ he didn’t want⁠​‌ it, and physical‍‌⁠ labor was impossible⁠⁠‌ with those thin‍⁠‌ arms.

The​‌‍ only thing left‌⁠‍ was administrative work​​ for the territory.‌​​

“Do​‍​ you know anything​‍ about territorial administration?”‌⁠

“Not⁠‌ much, but I dare say I received a basic‌ education comparable to‌‌ that of any⁠​ civil official.”

“Then​‌ take charge of‍​‌ gathering the minor‍‍ reports and sorting​‍‌ them by department.​​ With basic knowledge,⁠‍‍ that should be‍ enough.”

Though‍​⁠ he said it​ like that, Lucian⁠​​ didn’t have high‍‌ expectations. Administrative work‍‍⁠ was rarely neat‍‌ in practice.

Not​ because officials were‌ incompetent, but because⁠⁠‍ solving one issue⁠​​ often brought up⁠ tasks related to‌‌ other departments.

It⁠ was a kind‌‌​ of overstepping, but⁠‍ when the issue‌‌‌ was minor, it‍ was more efficient​‌ to resolve it‌ immediately and apologize‌​‌ afterward.

‘Asking‌‌‌ for everything to⁠⁠ be coordinated one‍​⁠ by one would⁠⁠ be a waste​‍‌ of time. As⁠⁠ soon as one⁠‍​ task is delayed,‍⁠​ everything else gets‍⁠ jammed up too.’‍

Lucian⁠​ knew this well,‌‌⁠ but for him,‍ people mattered more‍‌ than paperwork.

He​⁠​ preferred a slightly‍ disorganized system that‌‌ was quick, over⁠⁠​ a neat one⁠​⁠ that caused confusion⁠‌⁠ among the citizens.​​

In‌ other words, if‍ the classification failed,‍ the delay would‍ be serious, and‍⁠⁠ responsibility would immediately⁠​ fall on whoever⁠‍‌ was in charge.​

‘If⁠‌​ she really aspires​⁠ to be a counselor, she should‌ at least be⁠‍⁠ capable of handling⁠ this.’

Bringing⁠ surprising information and‌⁠ having true ability‌⁠‌ were two different⁠ things. If she‍ didn’t prove her​‌ worth, there was‍​ no reason to‍‌ give her an‌ important position.

And⁠ a few days‌⁠ later, when Lucian‍‌ went to check⁠​‍ on the state​⁠ of the officials,‌⁠ he received praise⁠ from all sides.⁠

“The‍‌ number of useless‌ reports dropped drastically!⁠⁠⁠ Before, we wasted‍​ ages filtering out‌ absurd requests.”

“Just‌‌‍ in case, I reviewed the discarded​‍ documents, and the‌‍ important ones were⁠‌‌ perfectly classified and‌ set aside.”

“Looks⁠⁠ like we’ve got‍‌‍ someone very competent.‌​ I’d like to‍‍ train her as‍‌‌ a successor. Could​ you assign her⁠ under my supervision?”‌‍

“…I’ll​ consider it.”

Lucian​‌‌ responded vaguely and​ then called Colin‍⁠ aside.

“Do​‌ they teach territorial‍ administration in mage‍ training? Could you⁠​ handle the work​ like that?”

“Of⁠ course not! I’m‌⁠ the most surprised‍⁠⁠ of all! I never imagined Helen‌‍​ had that level​‌‌ of skill.”

“But​ you belong to‍ the same school.”‌

“Just‍‍‌ the same school!⁠ What we learned‌‌ was completely different.‍​ Our master said⁠‍‍ that if someone​⁠ not yet mature‌ tried to learn‌‍‌ both things, they’d‌ end up destroyed,⁠​‍ so I didn’t‍⁠​ even dare study‌⁠⁠ it in secret.”‌

In‌​‌ short, not even‌‌​ Colin knew exactly‌ what Helen had​​ studied.

After‍‌ a month passed,‍⁠ Lucian summoned her‌ again.

If‌ she were just‌ a chatty fortune-teller‌‍ looking for a position, it wouldn’t‍‍​ be worth it.‌‍⁠ But someone who‌ had already shown⁠ real ability deserved‍⁠⁠ a deeper conversation.​​

“There’s‍ something I want‌ to ask you.​⁠‌ As I understand‍‍ it, crossing beyond​‍​ the snowy plains‌​​ is so dangerous‍​​ that doing it‌​ without sacrifices is‌‌ impossible.”

“That’s​⁠‌ right. Due to‌​‍ the extreme cold,‍⁠ only a handful‌⁠​ of mages can​‍​ open the path,​ and even then,‌⁠‌ only temporarily.”

“Then⁠ how am I supposed to cross?⁠⁠ Even if I managed it, it​ would be pointless‍‌‌ if those tribes⁠‍ can’t follow me‌ back to Asagrim.”⁠‍​

At‌​ Lucian’s question, Helen‍ smiled calmly.

“It’s⁠⁠​ simple. You only‌‌ need to obtain‌ the heart of‍‍ a dragon.”

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