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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Lucian​‍ looked at Helen⁠‍​ with an incredulous‍ expression.

“Don’t‍ tell me the‌‌​ dragon you’re talking‌‍‍ about is the​ same one I’m‍⁠ thinking of? The⁠ most powerful creature‍ that flies through‍ the skies, breathes‍ fire, and surpasses‍⁠ humans in intelligence?”​​⁠

“That’s⁠​ right.”

“As‍​ I understand it,⁠ even ancient heroes​⁠ armed with legendary‍​‌ weapons could barely‌⁠ face a dragon.‍⁠‍ How am I supposed to hunt‍‍ something like that?”​‌​

Its​​‌ fangs and claws‌⁠‌ could tear through‌ any armor with​‌‍ ease, its roar‍ made all living‌ beings tremble in⁠​⁠ terror, and the⁠‌ flames it spewed‌ could melt mountains⁠‌ and shred heroes⁠‍​ like insects.

Even‍‍‍ if only half‌⁠‌ the legends were⁠​‍ true, a single⁠‍⁠ dragon was enough​‍​ to destroy an‍ entire kingdom.

“Wait…⁠‌ weren’t dragons supposed‌⁠ to be extinct?‌ According to the⁠ scholars of the‌ time, they no​ longer existed when​‍ the Empire was⁠‌ founded. Did one⁠ survive?”

“No.‌‌‍ There isn’t a single dragon left⁠‌ alive.”

“What?”​

“All⁠⁠ dragons returned to‍‍ nature a long⁠ time ago. Their⁠‌‍ former greatness can⁠ only be confirmed‍​ through legendary records‌‍‍ and the remains‌ they left behind.”‌⁠

Helen’s​⁠ calm response made⁠ Lucian frown. If‌ a dragon’s heart​​ was needed, how‌⁠ did that fit‍⁠ with the fact​⁠ that they were⁠‌ all dead?

“Are⁠‌ you mocking me?”‍

“A​​‍ dragon’s heart is⁠⁠‌ different from other‍​ remains. It is⁠ practically an eternal​‌ organ. Unless deliberately⁠ destroyed, it doesn’t⁠​ decompose even after​ the dragon’s death.”​

“…So‌​‍ the dragons are​‌⁠ dead, but their‍⁠ hearts still exist?​​ You don’t have‍‌ to face a dragon, but retrieve⁠ the heart from​​ its remains?”

“Actually,‌ you have to​⁠‍ take it from‍​ those who guard‍ it. They’re mere‌⁠‌ keepers who acquired⁠‍ it by chance,​⁠ but after preserving⁠‌ it for so​‌​ long, they believe⁠‌ themselves to be​​‍ its rightful owners.⁠ They won’t hand​​⁠ it over willingly.”⁠

Lucian’s⁠​ eyes widened in‌​ surprise. A dragon’s​⁠​ heart wasn’t just⁠ any object.

It‌⁠ was an infinite⁠ source of magical‍ power, an ancient‍​ treasure said even‌⁠⁠ to grant immortality.‍​ And there were‍ people who already‌‍ possessed and used​‌ it?

“Who‍​ is using the⁠‍ heart of a dragon?”

At​ Lucian’s question, Helen​ bowed her head.‌⁠

“Those​⁠ who rule the‌ tribes beyond the⁠⁠‍ ice field. Those​ who call themselves‍ the Children of⁠ the Blue Dragon.”⁠

***‌

After‌‍⁠ speaking with Helen,‌⁠‌ Lucian returned to⁠‍ focusing on stabilizing‍‍​ the territory.

However,​​‌ unlike before, he​‍​ stopped personally handling‌⁠ every matter and⁠​ began training Hans‍​ to act as‍‍⁠ his replacement.

Hans,‌ horrified by the​⁠​ tasks assigned to‌ him for the‌ first time, asked​ nervously.

“Your⁠ Highness, I’m still‌‌​ not even used‌⁠ to being the‌⁠⁠ chief steward. Being​​‌ entrusted with such⁠ important matters is‌ too much for‌ me.”

“It‌⁠ will be difficult,⁠ but there’s no‌‌‌ other choice. I have no one‌​ else I can​‍ delegate to.”

“Delegate?​ You mean to​⁠ act in your‌‍ place? As the‍‌ regent of the‍‌ territory?”

“Exactly.‍‌⁠ When the lord​‍‍ is absent, it’s​‍ normal for the‌‌ administrator or chief‍ steward to act​ as his representative.”‍

Upon‍⁠ hearing that, Hans​ was left speechless.‌‌ It wasn’t incorrect,‍ but for someone‌ who had only‌‌ recently become chief​​‌ steward, the burden‌‍ was overwhelming.

Normally,‍‌‍ someone who assumed​ that role was‍​ a person who​​​ had served the‌⁠ lord for decades.‌⁠​

“I​ can’t do it!”‍​‍

“Don’t‍‌ worry. I won’t​‌ ask you to‌‌ do anything complicated.‍ The administrative matters⁠‍⁠ will be handled​‍‌ by the other‌ officials, and the‌‌ military by Sir‍ Gareth. You’ll only‌ need to intervene‌⁠‌ when a conflict‍‌​ arises.”

“Even⁠ that’s too much!‌ Mediation requires authority.​ Who’s going to​‍‍ obey me?”

“Then‌​ ask Sir Eisen⁠⁠ to stay by⁠‌ your side and⁠ just impose presence.‍​⁠ He understands our‌⁠ situation perfectly—he won’t⁠ refuse.”

“But…!”‌⁠

Lucian‍ interrupted him firmly.​​

“I​ don’t expect great​⁠‌ achievements from you.‍⁠‌ Even if the‍‍ territory is a mess when I return, I won’t‌‍⁠ blame you. Just​‍⁠ hold the position.‍‌‍ As long as⁠⁠⁠ a rebellion doesn’t‌ break out and⁠‌​ we don’t lose⁠ Asagrim, that’ll be‌​ enough.”

“Ugh…”‍‍

Hans⁠⁠​ let out a groan. He understood‌⁠⁠ that no matter‌‌ what he said,⁠‌ his lord wouldn’t⁠ change his mind.​

“Alright.​‍ But I really⁠ will only be‌ able to keep⁠​ the seat warm.‌‌ Don’t blame me‌ later if I tarnish your accomplishments.”​

“I‍ already told you.‌‍ That’s enough.”

“Then‍ tell me one​​‌ thing. Where do​‍‌ you plan to‍‍ go this time?”‍⁠⁠

“To‌‍ retrieve a dragon’s⁠​ corpse.”

“…What?”‍

“Something‌⁠‌ like that.”

Lucian​‌‍ smiled bitterly and​‍‍ left it at‌ that.

To​​ be honest, not‌​‌ even he was‌⁠ entirely convinced by⁠⁠⁠ Helen’s words.

If‌⁠‍ dragon remains really​ existed, if beyond⁠⁠⁠ the ice there‌ were tribes using⁠⁠‍ its heart—he could‌​‍ only be sure​‍‍ after seeing it⁠ with his own‍​ eyes.

***⁠​⁠

It‍‍‍ had already been‌⁠⁠ half a year⁠‍ since he began‌⁠‌ training Hans to⁠⁠ leave him in⁠‌‍ charge as regent​ of the territory.​

Each⁠‌‌ day, the number‌‍‌ of people settling‌​ in Asagrim increased,​⁠ and half the​‍‌ territory, which had‌‍ once been empty,‌‍⁠ was now bustling​ with people.

Merchants,​‌ drawn by the⁠​ scent of money,​‌‍ rushed in to‍‌ begin trading, and‌ the number of⁠ those opening shops‌​‌ thanks to that‍​ commerce also grew.⁠⁠​

Once‌‍‌ the foundations of⁠ the territory were‍‌‌ fully established, even​‌‌ the administrators could‍⁠ breathe a sigh⁠⁠ of relief as​‍ the workload decreased⁠‌ significantly.

And⁠⁠‍ it wasn’t only​​ the territory that​‌⁠ had changed over‍​ those six months.​

“Hugo​ has completely mastered‍ the Lion Sword.”‍

“Already?”⁠

Lucian,​ enjoying a rare⁠ moment of calm‌ after finishing the‌⁠‌ reduced workload, was⁠ startled by Eisen’s⁠ words.

Everyone‍‍ who served the⁠ Valdeck bloodline had⁠‍ the right to​ learn the Lion‌‍⁠ Sword, but that‌ only applied to‍ knights.

Until‌‍ now, Hugo hadn’t⁠ been one, so‌ he couldn’t learn⁠ it. That’s why,⁠​⁠ after being formally‌ knighted, they decided⁠ to teach it​ to him—but for​⁠ him to master‍‍​ it in just‌⁠‌ half a year​​‍ was unexpected.

“I⁠ always thought he‍‍ had talent, but‍‍ it seems that​ once he freed​ himself from the​​ burden in his⁠‌ heart, he blossomed‍‌ even more. If‍ he continues training‌​ like this, it​​‌ won’t be long‍​ before he surpasses​​‍ Sir Raymond.”

“Wow…​​ that’s as pleasant‌‍ as it is‍⁠ surprising…”

For​​ the Swordmaster himself‌​ to say that⁠ he had “already⁠ mastered it” meant‍‍ that, at least⁠⁠ in terms of‍‌⁠ that style, there‌​ was nothing more⁠‌⁠ to teach him.⁠

He​ couldn’t help but‍ smile at seeing‌ one of his‍⁠⁠ subordinates make his‌ hidden talent bloom.‍

But​ Eisen wasn’t finished‌ yet.

“And‌⁠​ I’ve also taught‌‍ everything to Felicia.‍‍ Yesterday we had⁠‌ our final duel,​⁠ and there’s nothing⁠⁠ more I can‌⁠ pass on. The‌‌‌ rest, she’ll have‍ to refine through‌‍ real combat.”

“…”‌‍‌

Lucian’s⁠ eyes widened. Unlike⁠​ Hugo, Felicia was​‌ Eisen’s adoptive daughter‍ and direct disciple—the‍​ heir to everything⁠⁠‍ he had built.‍​‌

If⁠‌ Hugo’s “already mastered​ it” referred only⁠ to the Lion‌​‌ Sword, Felicia’s “I’ve⁠​‌ taught her everything”​​⁠ meant the entirety​‌ of Eisen’s swordsmanship.​‍

In‍⁠⁠ other words, in‍​‍ Eisen’s eyes, Felicia⁠​ had already reached​​‍ a level worthy‌‌ of being called⁠​ a Swordmaster.

“Your‍​ Highness corrected all​‌ my foolishness and​‌ mistakes. This old‌​ man now has⁠​‌ no regrets. The‍‍​ day the Eight​‍ Gods come for‍⁠ me, I’ll be‌‍ able to leave‍​‌ with joy. Words‍​ aren’t enough to​‍‍ thank you.”

“Don’t‍​‌ say that. Don’t‍⁠ you want to‍ see Felicia shake⁠ the world with‍‌‌ her name?”

“Haha…⁠ that’s true as‍​ well.”

Seeing‌ Eisen’s serene expression,‌‍​ Lucian felt a strange heaviness in⁠‍‌ his chest.

Attachment⁠‌​ weighs down the‍​‌ heart, but it‌ also acts as⁠ a chain that‍⁠ keeps people alive.‌

Eisen​‌ had let go​⁠ of all his‍ attachments through Felicia,​​ and that meant​ he might leave​‌ the world even​⁠⁠ earlier than in⁠‌ his past life.‌⁠​

‘I‌​ need to hurry.’‍

After‌ saying farewell to⁠ Eisen, Lucian went‌‌ to see Ian‍‌ and Raymond.

As​‌ expected, Ian was​ buried in the‌ medicinal herbs brought‍ from the underground‌​​ treasury, researching enthusiastically.​

“I’ve‌ already identified almost⁠ all the effects‌ of the herbs.​ Each leaf has‍ incredible properties. If‍‌‌ I make potions‍ with this, the‍⁠​ effectiveness will be…”‌

Ian​ ended up murmuring‍ to himself, staring⁠ into space with‍​​ glassy eyes. He⁠ seemed to be‍ living in paradise,⁠‌ able to research⁠‍‍ freely.

“The‍‌​ only regret is​‍ that there’s no‍‍‌ herb that can‌‌​ replace the Moonlight‍ Herb. And that‍ one’s the most⁠ important.”

“Yes,​ that’s truly unfortunate.‌‍ By the way,⁠‍​ what about the⁠⁠⁠ nectar I asked⁠​​ for?”

“Since‌​ there was so​⁠ little Moonlight Herb,⁠‍ I barely managed⁠ to make two‌​‍ more. They say⁠ that no matter‌ how hard they‍ try, they can’t⁠‍ get more.”

“That’s‍ enough.”

Although​ the Empire’s situation‌ had made it​​ difficult to obtain‍ Moonlight Herb, it‍​‍ was nothing compared​ to his past‌‌ life, when even​ the imperial family⁠​ couldn’t get it.⁠‌‍

For‍ Lucian, it was‌⁠‌ more than a satisfactory amount.

He⁠⁠ stored the two⁠‍ vials of nectar‍‍⁠ Ian gave him​ and immediately went​ to see Raymond.⁠‍

“Your⁠‌​ Highness? What brings‍⁠ you here?”

“I‍‍ just came to⁠ see how you’re​‍ doing. How are⁠​⁠ things lately?”

“Too‌​ well—that’s the problem.”‌

Raymond‌⁠‍ replied with an​ ambiguous smile. He⁠ had never been‍⁠ this at peace‍⁠ before.

The​​ problem was that⁠ while everyone else‍ worked hard, he‍ had nothing to‌‌ do.

Even⁠⁠ though he had‍‌ been promised the‌ position of commander‍​⁠ of the personal‍‍‍ guard, that guard​ still didn’t exist.‍‌

Sensing‍ his thoughts, Lucian⁠‍ smiled and held‍​‌ out the nectar.⁠

“Here.‍​ Nectar.”

“…My‍​ turn has finally‌‍ come.”

Despite​​ seeing the nectar‌​ glow with a bluish hue, Raymond‍ remained relatively calm.‌​‌

He‌ knew that sooner⁠⁠ or later he⁠‌​ would receive it‌​‍ as one of⁠‍⁠ Lucian’s trusted men.​‍

But‍⁠ then Lucian added‌‌ something unexpected.

“Yes,‍​ it’s your turn.​‌⁠ It’s time to​ start recruiting the‍‌‌ personal guard.”

“What?”​‍⁠

“The​​ personal guard. You⁠⁠ can’t be a commander without a guard forever, right?”‍​‍

“…!”‍‌​

Raymond’s​ eyes, which had‍ been half relaxed,‌‍ instantly sharpened. As‍‌⁠ if his carefree​⁠ attitude had been⁠⁠ an act, a sharp pressure emanated⁠ from him.

“I‍‌ thought I was‌ going to die‌⁠ from waiting.”

“Weren’t⁠‌⁠ you just saying​‍ you were doing‌‌‌ too well?”

“That’s⁠​ exactly the problem.⁠‍‌ What’s the point‍​ of inflating someone’s​‌ ambitions and then​ leaving them abandoned​ for half a year?”

“…Ahem.”‌‌​

At⁠ a loss for‍​ words, Lucian looked​ slightly away. Seeing‍‍‌ that, Raymond smiled‌​‍ lightly.

“Still,‌ I’m glad I can finally act​‍ as a true​ commander. Where do​ you plan to‍‍​ recruit the knights‍ from?”

“From‍​ the barbarian tribes​‍ beyond the frozen​‌ wasteland.”

“…What’s‍ beyond the wasteland?”‍‌​

“Barbarian​‌‍ tribes.”

To​‌ Raymond, who had​​‍ never heard of⁠ such a thing,‍‌ Lucian calmly explained⁠ that beyond the⁠ wasteland existed barbarian‌‍ tribes who were‌‌⁠ once the root‍‌​ of his bloodline,​‌ and that although‌ it was believed​‍ they had vanished,⁠ they were still​‌ alive.

He‌​ also explained the‍‌‍ plan Helen would​​‍ open the path,‍‌⁠ and Lucian would‍ go to bring⁠‌ them back and‌​​ turn them into​ an army.

“They‌‌ say they revere‌​ strength just like⁠‍​ the northerners and‌ possess the heart‍‍⁠ of a dragon.​⁠​ If I can‌ subdue them, I’ll‌‌ gain both an⁠⁠​ army and the‌ dragon’s heart.”

“Can‌ we trust that⁠‌‍ mage? It all​​‌ sounds too convenient…”⁠‍

Suspicion‍ of a trap‍ appeared on Raymond’s‌⁠‌ face. Lucian smiled‍ at it.

“What⁠ would she gain⁠ by deceiving me?​⁠ The moment I suffer, the dark‌ age of mages‍‌ begins all over‌ again.”

“That’s‍ true, but…”

Raymond⁠‍⁠ couldn’t argue with‌‍‍ that. Lucian had‌ been the one⁠ who allowed mages,⁠‍⁠ persecuted for centuries,​ to return to⁠‍ the light.

If​⁠ someone like that​ were betrayed from‍​‍ the beginning, the⁠⁠ witch hunts would‌⁠ spread across the​ continent like wildfire.‍‍⁠

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