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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 120

Chapter 120

“Well,‍ even so, I don’t think she’s⁠ helping me out⁠ of pure goodwill.‍ Most likely, that‌ mage approached me⁠⁠⁠ because she has⁠ her own goals⁠‍‌ too.”

But⁠‌‌ so what? From‍⁠ the beginning, the​‌​ relationship between lord⁠ and vassal is​​ much drier than​‍⁠ it seems.

The⁠‍‍ knight offers his‍ body and loyalty,⁠‌⁠ and in exchange​‌‌ the lord promises​ fair treatment and​ promotion. That’s how​⁠⁠ the feudal system‌ was born.

If⁠‌⁠ even a traditional‌ relationship is based​​ on mutual benefit,⁠ why would a mage be any‌​‍ different? For Lucian,‌⁠ it wasn’t anything‍‌⁠ new.

“As⁠‌​ long as it’s‌ beneficial for both​‍ sides, I see⁠‍ no problem in​‌ being on the⁠⁠ same boat, whatever‍‌‍ her plans may‍⁠⁠ be. If she⁠​ has her own⁠ goal, let her‌‌‌ pursue it. If‌⁠ I gain something‍ in the process,‍ that’s enough.”

“And⁠​ what if that‌ mage tries to​ betray you, Your​⁠ Highness? What if⁠‍⁠ she intends to‌‍ accomplish her goal‌‌‌ by sacrificing you?”‍

“Is‍‌‍ that really something‌​​ that needs to‍‍ be said?”

Instead⁠⁠‌ of answering, Lucian‌​ gave a cold​‍ smile and lightly‌ tapped the sword‌⁠‍ hanging at his‍‌ waist.

That⁠​⁠ gesture said far​‌⁠ more than a hundred words. Raymond‌ let out a bitter smile.

“I⁠‍‌ worried too much.‍ After all, you’re‌​​ not the type‍​​ to let someone​‍ crafty live if‌​ they tried to​‍ play dirty.”

“As​​​ long as you​‍⁠ understand. By the‍ way, where’s Felicia?​ I wanted to‍ give her the‌‌ nectar, but I haven’t seen her‌ anywhere.”

“She’s‌​ meditating on the​ north wall. She⁠ said she’s learned⁠​‌ many things recently⁠ and needs to‍ absorb them.”

“I‌ see… if I go now, I’d‌​ just interrupt her.”‍‍​

Felicia‍⁠⁠ had inherited all‌⁠ the teachings of‌ the Swordmaster. That​ meditation was part‍ of the process‍ to fully integrate​⁠⁠ those teachings into‌​ her body.

Interrupting‌‌​ her just to​⁠​ hand her a bottle of nectar⁠ could stall years​‍‌ of progress.

“No⁠​‍ helping it. Tell‌‍ her to take​‍ the nectar and⁠ then come to⁠​‍ my office with‍ Hugo. I’m going⁠​‍ to call Colin.”‍⁠

“Is​​​ this a summons?​​‌ Should I call​⁠ the others too?”‍​⁠

“No.‍‌‌ This time, it’s⁠ something I need​ to say only‍‍‌ to you all.​‍​ It’s a matter‍‍ that requires a certain level of‍‍ discretion.”

After⁠⁠ saying that, Lucian‍ brought his index⁠‌​ finger to his​‌ lips and left.‌ Raymond watched his‌ back with a confused expression, then‍‍ smiled faintly.

He‍‌ recalled the Lucian‌‍ from their first‍ meeting, when everything​‍​ was a secret.⁠

‘But‌ too many things​‍ have changed now.’⁠​

The​ one who was​‍⁠ once just the‌‍ third son of‌ House Valdeck was‌​ now a border‌‌​ marquis and duke,‌ solidifying his position‌‍​ as ruler of‌⁠‍ the north.

He⁠‍‍ had also recruited⁠ Ian, a genius‌ alchemist, and had⁠‌ Felicia, the future‍‌​ Swordmaster, as his‍‍​ closest ally.

To​ that, add the‍‍‌ vast inheritance of​ the northern royal‌ house and the‌​‍ legitimate right to⁠‍​ free mages from⁠ their chains, granted‌ by the emperor‍ himself.

If‍ he also obtained‍ an army absolutely⁠ loyal to him,‍ nothing would be‌ able to stop‍⁠⁠ him.

‘Perhaps​‍⁠ this will be‍⁠‌ the last journey​ I take with‌ my lord.’

The‌ higher someone rises,‍ the greater their​‍ power, the heavier‍‌ their steps become.​‍‌

From​ now on, every⁠‌ move Lucian made‌ would shake armies.‌​

It⁠ would no longer‌ be possible to‌‍‌ roam freely with​⁠‌ just a handful​‍⁠ of close companions.‍ Raymond would no‍⁠ longer be just​⁠ a knight; he’d‌ be required to​ act as a commander.

“Then⁠ I’ll have to‍‍ engrave the last​​‍ great feat of​​‍ the Black Lion,⁠ Raymond, into my⁠ lord’s eyes.”

Muttering‍‍ that, Raymond drank‌⁠ the nectar in‌‍ one gulp.

Immediately,‌‍⁠ a refreshing sensation‌ enveloped his entire⁠⁠⁠ body, and he‍⁠‌ opened his eyes​⁠⁠ wide.

***⁠

‘At​ last.’

Helen,⁠ who had come⁠‍ to the office‍⁠ after being summoned⁠‍ by Lucian, tightly⁠ clutched her sleeve,‌⁠ her face flushed.‌

After‍‌ so much waiting,‍ Lucian had finally​‍⁠ decided to head‌​ beyond the tundra.‍ For Helen, who‌⁠ had been growing‌⁠‌ impatient, it was‌⁠⁠ cause for celebration.​⁠​

‘Calm‌ down. Now is‌⁠‌ when the real⁠‍ work begins.’

She⁠ placed a hand‌​ over her chest‌​‌ and held back‌‍⁠ her excitement. It‍ wasn’t time to​‌‌ be happy just​‍ yet.

If‌‌⁠ she failed, all‌ the trust she‍‍ had built would‍ crumble in an‍‍⁠ instant.

Having​⁠ stepped forward with⁠ such confidence, she‍‌ had to ensure⁠ that no matter‌ what, she placed‌‍ a real army​ in Lucian’s hands.‍‌

‘For​​ that, first…’

“Hmm?‍ Didn’t I just‍‍⁠ summon you? You’re​​ here already?”

Lucian’s​‍ voice from the⁠‍​ door startled Helen,‍‌ who immediately stood⁠⁠‌ up.

As‌​ she turned, she‍ saw that not‌‌‌ only Lucian entered‌ the office, but​‍ also her older‍ brother, Colin.

“My⁠⁠ respects, Your Highness.”⁠‌⁠

“Good,‍​ have a seat.‍‌ As you said,‌⁠​ I called Colin‍⁠ and my close⁠ aides, but each​‌​ of them had‌ things to attend‍‌ to, so they’ll‍‌​ take a while‍‍⁠ to arrive.”

“What?‍‍ Did you say‍ Helen summoned me?⁠‌‍ What’s going on?”‌​‌

Colin,‌‌ who had been⁠ called without warning,‌⁠⁠ looked at Helen‍‌​ and Lucian in‌‌ confusion.

It⁠ was clear Helen​​⁠ hadn’t told him​ anything.

Lucian​⁠‌ gave a slight⁠⁠ nod, signaling her​‌‍ to explain, and‍‌‌ Helen smiled at‌​⁠ her older brother⁠​ before speaking.

“Calm​​ down. Actually…”

As‌⁠ Helen explained, Colin’s⁠‍ eyes widened more‌‍ and more.

The‌‌‍ barbarian tribes beyond⁠‍⁠ the tundra. Warriors‌​⁠ who could immediately​⁠​ become an army.⁠ The true king⁠‌​ of the north.​‍

When‍‌ Helen finished speaking‌​⁠ and closed her​⁠⁠ mouth, Colin burst‌⁠ out shouting.

“What‍ the hell are‍‌‍ you trying to‌​‌ do!? Tribes beyond⁠⁠‍ the tundra? Barbarians⁠‍ that can be‌​⁠ used as an‌ army? I’ve never​‍​ heard of any‍⁠​ of that!”

“Of‌ course not. Because⁠ I never told‌‍‌ you.”

“That’s⁠ not what I’m‍ asking! Why did⁠‌​ you decide all‌⁠​ this in secret,‌ on your own?‍ Why didn’t you‌⁠ even tell me?”‍

“Because⁠‍ Master told me‌‌​ not to.”

“…What?”‌⁠

“He’s⁠ suffered too much‍ already; I’m sure​⁠‌ he longs for⁠ comfort now. He⁠⁠ said he would‌ definitely try to‍⁠‌ convince his lord​‌ to retire peacefully,‍ so better to​ leave him out‍ of it.”

At‍ the mention of‌ their master, Colin‍⁠​ was left speechless,‍ his mind blank.⁠

There‌‍ was no trace⁠⁠‌ of the anger‌ from before; only‌ total bewilderment remained‍​ on his face.​‌

Leaving⁠‌⁠ her older brother⁠‌ in that stunned‌ state, Helen turned‍‍‌ back to Lucian.‍‍

“Your​ Majesty, I’d like‌‌ to ask if‌ the people currently‍​ being gathered are‍​⁠ the very ones​‍‍ I mentioned.”

“That’s⁠⁠​ right. It’s a small elite group‌​⁠ that will head‌‌ beyond the snowy‍​‌ plains. They said‍‍ six was the​‍ maximum number to​‌‍ travel safely, so‌‍‌ I prepared exactly‍⁠ that.”

“Then,​‌‍ excluding my older‌‍ brother, Your Majesty,‍ and myself, that⁠ makes three. Are‍ they Sir Hugo,‍ Sir Raymond, and​⁠‍ Lady Felicia?”

“Why?‌⁠‌ Is there a problem?”

That⁠ those three were‍ Lucian’s closest aides​⁠⁠ was something everyone‍ knew.

There‌⁠ were no more‌⁠ suitable candidates to​​ accompany him to‍⁠‍ such a dangerous⁠⁠ place.

However,‍ Helen, tense to⁠‌ her limit, spoke‍ in a firm‌​ tone until the‌​​ end.

“Sir‌​‍ Hugo is fine.‍⁠ But I believe‌ it would be‍ better to replace​‌ Sir Raymond and‍‍‍ Lady Felicia with‍​ others.”

“You…​​‍ what are you​⁠ saying…?”

Colin,‍ still half-dazed, shouted​​ in alarm. Not​​ only was she⁠‍‌ suggesting reversing a sovereign’s decision without‌ even being a formal vassal yet,⁠ she was also‍‌⁠ asking to remove‌‍ his closest companions.‍‍

Even​‌ if she had‍‍ several heads, they⁠​​ wouldn’t be enough‌⁠‍ for such boldness.⁠‌‍

Even⁠‍​ so, Lucian looked‍​ at Helen with​ interest.

“The‍⁠ reason?”

“In⁠ Sir Raymond’s case,⁠​​ the problem is‌‍ his mana. In⁠⁠ Lady Felicia’s case,‌​ her gender.”

“I​ didn’t think you’d⁠‌ consider gender a problem.”

“Mages‌​ and knights carry⁠​​ different expectations; therefore,⁠ their problems are‌‍ also different.”

“Very‍‍ well. Let’s start‌‍‌ with Raymond. What​ do you mean⁠‌ by his mana‍ being a problem?”‌

“Exactly‍‍ what it sounds‍ like. Sir Raymond​⁠‍ lacks a sufficient​⁠‌ absolute quantity of‍ mana.”

Beyond‌​ the snowy plain⁠ lies eternal permafrost.​‍ It’s frozen all⁠​⁠ year round, so​‍​ surviving the cold​ is no easy‌ feat.

Of​ course, the warriors‌‍ of the barbarian‍‌ tribes must possess‌​‌ enormous amounts of‌‌​ mana.

If‌⁠ they don’t constantly⁠​​ reinforce their bodies​‌⁠ with mana, they​ quickly become exhausted⁠⁠ and die.

“The‌ barbarian tribes’ techniques⁠​‌ are mediocre. That’s‌⁠ why they don’t⁠⁠ even compare technical‌‍‍ superiority. When they‍‌‌ fight, brute strength⁠‌ is all that⁠‌‌ matters.”

“I​ see. No matter‍ how good your​​ technique is, if​‌⁠ your mana is⁠‌⁠ lacking, they’ll treat​​‍ you like a weakling. Seems they​​ value raw power⁠​ over swordsmanship.”

“That’s​⁠ right. Sir Raymond‌​ is undoubtedly an‍‍ excellent knight, and​ his swordsmanship is​ at a high‌‍‍ level, but his‌ amount of mana‌ is not enough…”‍‍

“Your⁠ Majesty. Sir Hugo⁠​ and Sir Raymond‌⁠‍ have arrived.”

As​ if deliberately interrupting⁠​ Helen’s words, the​ guard’s voice came‌‍ from outside. With‍​​ Lucian’s permission, the​​⁠ office door opened.​‌

Helen‍​‍ turned her head‌ without thinking—and immediately​​ opened her eyes​‌‍ wide.

‘What‍ is this? His‌ mana just shot‌⁠ up out of‍⁠ nowhere!’

Hugo​ was the same​⁠‍ as always—a colossal‍‌ amount of mana​‌ that would take⁠ an average knight‌⁠ decades, if ever,‌ to accumulate.

What​​‍ had changed was⁠ Raymond, whose mana‍​​ had barely reached⁠‍‍ decent levels yesterday.‍​

She​ had checked it⁠ multiple times, but⁠‌ in just one‍‌ day, it had‌‍​ increased to rival⁠⁠‌ Hugo’s. It was‌​​ shocking enough to​⁠‌ make her fall⁠ over.

“Were‍⁠ we interrupting a meeting?”

“More‌‍​ than a meeting,⁠​​ Helen was saying‌ she wanted to‌ change a directive⁠​⁠ that was recently‌ decided. Specifically, she​‍ wanted to exclude‍⁠‍ Raymond and Felicia.”⁠‍​

“…”⁠​

Raymond‌ looked at Helen‍ with an ambiguous‌​​ expression. It wasn’t‍⁠ anger, but the‌⁠‌ kind of look‌‌ one gives a child who doesn’t‌ know when to‌‍‍ speak and when‌ to stay silent.‍⁠​

Faced⁠ with that look,‍⁠ Helen blushed and⁠ bowed in apology.​‍‌

“I’m‍​‌ sorry. That was‌ thoughtless of me.”‍

“Weren’t‍​ you so firm‌‍​ in your stance,‌ and now you’re‌​ taking it back⁠ just because I arrived?”

“It’s⁠ not that. The‌⁠‌ reason I proposed⁠​ replacing Sir Raymond​ was solely because‍ of his amount‍⁠‍ of mana. But‌​⁠ now that I see him…”

“He⁠​​ has a quantity⁠ that doesn’t fall⁠ short even compared‍‍ to Hugo’s?”

Seeing‍​​ Lucian let out‌ a hearty laugh,​⁠ Helen felt a chill run down‍‍⁠ her spine.

It‍‌ was obvious that‍ Raymond’s sudden increase​ in mana was‍⁠ due to something‍⁠⁠ Lucian had done.​

‘What‌‍‌ exactly did he‍ do? Did he⁠‍ already have some‌⁠‍ elixir prepared? Or​⁠ if not…?’

Helen⁠‍ forcefully shook off‍‌​ those chained thoughts.‍ Unnecessary speculation wouldn’t​⁠ help at all.‌

The⁠​ only thing that⁠⁠⁠ was certain was‍⁠⁠ that, even in‍‍ a situation where​‌ contact with the​ outside was so‍ difficult, Lucian had‌⁠‍ the capacity to⁠‌‍ acquire an elixir‌‌ and give it‌⁠ to a vassal.⁠​‌

Just‍⁠ from that, Helen‌‌​ found it impossible⁠ to truly gauge‍ the extent of​‌⁠ his abilities.

“Well,‌ I’m glad you‌ changed your mind.‌⁠⁠ Now then, explain‍‌‍ why I should‌‍​ exclude Felicia.”

At⁠ Lucian’s words, spoken​​​ with a slight‌ smile, Helen swallowed‍‌ hard and lowered​‍‍ her head.

“Lady‌ Felicia is, without⁠‌​ a doubt, a knight with few​‌​ rivals. But, as​‍ I said earlier,​​‌ the problem is​ her gender. Just​‌‌ because she’s a woman, the barbarian‌ tribes will oppose​‍ her in every‍ way and won’t‌ acknowledge her.”

“Do⁠‌​ they really treat‍⁠⁠ women that harshly?​ From what I’ve‍⁠ seen, those who‍⁠‌ live in such​‌‍ harsh lands usually‍‍‌ need women’s strength​ as well, so‍​‍ their voices tend‍⁠ to carry weight.”⁠‍​

“Actually,⁠ it’s quite the​‍⁠ opposite. It’s such⁠ a dangerous land‍‍ that they can’t‍⁠ even imagine a woman doing work​‌‌ that risks her‌ life. To them,​‌ a woman can‍ be a prophetess,​​​ an advisor, or⁠ a shaman—but not​​ a warrior.”

It’s⁠ a land where⁠​ the bodies of⁠‍‍ those who died​‍ frozen form hills.‍‌ It’s natural they​‌​ are extremely sensitive‍⁠‌ about population, and‍ that they value​⁠ even more the​‍‍ women who can​​ give birth.

Even‍⁠​ if many men‍⁠​ die, as long⁠‍ as the survivors⁠ take multiple wives,​‍​ they can always‍ increase their numbers.⁠⁠

In​‍ other words, there⁠​​ the division of‍⁠⁠ roles between men‌⁠‌ and women is⁠​ even stricter than⁠‌‍ in places where⁠​​ a female knight​​ is seen as​⁠‍ something out of‍ a fairytale.

“I’m​‌ a mage, so‌‌ they won’t find​⁠ that strange. But​​​ for a woman,‍⁠ with that body,‍ to call herself​⁠ a warrior would‍ be a direct‍​‍ rejection of their⁠⁠​ common sense and‍⁠‌ traditions.”

“Then⁠​‍ let’s use this​⁠​ opportunity to change‍‍⁠ that common sense‌ entirely. If it’s⁠⁠ broken head-on, they’ll⁠ change their thinking‌⁠‌ too.”

“These⁠⁠ are prejudices that‍ have lasted more⁠‌​ than a thousand‌⁠ years. Winning a few times won’t‌‍‍ be nearly enough.‌‍ It would take​ an impact on⁠ the level of⁠‍ heaven and earth‌​ turning upside down.⁠ Maybe Sir Eisen⁠‌ could do it,​ but with Lady‍‌ Felicia’s current strength…”​

“Your‌​‌ Majesty. The lady‍​ has arrived.”

Once‌ again, the guard’s‌ voice came as⁠‍⁠ if perfectly timed.​‍ With Lucian’s permission,‌⁠​ the door opened‌⁠ in silence.

Determined⁠ not to back⁠‍ down this time,‌‌‌ Helen turned her‌​ head.

And‌ in that instant,⁠⁠‌ she was left‌‌ speechless.

‘…What‌⁠‌ is this?’

Helen​ knew Felicia was⁠ strong. Excluding Swordmaster⁠‌‌ Eisen, Felicia was​ the strongest knight‌ she had ever⁠ seen.

But​​⁠ the Felicia she‌‍ now saw was​ different. Before, her​⁠‍ strength was within‍⁠ the realm of​ what could be‍ measured as human;‍‍ now, however, it​‍⁠ was impossible even​⁠⁠ to glimpse her‌⁠ limits.

Felicia‌ entered, bowed deeply‍​ to Lucian, then‍⁠ looked at Helen‌​ with icy eyes.‍​‌

“Is‍‌ my skill so‌‌ lacking?”

At‌​ that icy voice,​‍ Helen couldn’t say⁠ anything; she only‌ lowered her head‍⁠‍ in silence.

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