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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Helen​⁠⁠ withdrew her objection‍ and decided to‌​ keep unchanged the‍ group that Lucian​‌‌ had chosen. Once⁠⁠​ the party was​⁠ set, everything progressed​‌‍ quickly.

Although‍ it was kept‌⁠‌ secret from the​‍⁠ outside, preparations had⁠ already been underway‍⁠ for quite some‍ time.

After‍‌ explaining the situation​ to his close​‌‌ aides and defining‍ the plan in⁠‌ detail, Lucian immediately​ announced his journey.​‌⁠

— I shall return​​⁠ with our ancient​ brothers from beyond‍‌ the glacier—and with​‍⁠ the heart of⁠⁠⁠ the dragon they‌‌ possess!

At‍​​ Lucian’s sudden declaration,‍‍ the people were​‌ bewildered. Ancient brothers?⁠​⁠ Dragon’s heart? What‌ was he talking​ about?

“Your‌‌ Highness, we don’t​‌ understand. Are you‌​‌ saying there are​‌ people living beyond⁠‌​ the glacier?”

“To‌‍ understand my words,⁠ you must first⁠​‍ know the hidden⁠‌​ history of the⁠‍ royal family of‌‍​ the North.”

Lucian⁠⁠​ calmly explained to‍‍⁠ the confused administrators​ that over a thousand years ago,​‍‌ the founder of⁠⁠‌ the northern royal​‌‍ family had emigrated‍​ from beyond the​ glacier.

That,⁠​​ due to perpetual‌ blizzards, contact had​‌‍ been lost for​ centuries and they‌‌⁠ had never reconnected​​ with their brethren.‍‌

And​​ now, thanks to‌​⁠ the help of​ a mage, it⁠​ was possible to‍⁠ open a path‍‌‍ and bring them⁠⁠ once more under‍‍‌ his rule.

“Furthermore,‌‌⁠ they possess the​ heart of a dragon. If such​​⁠ a treasure exists,‌ isn’t it right⁠⁠ to recover it‍ and use it⁠‌‍ for the prosperity‍⁠ of the Empire?”⁠​

“…”​

No‍‌⁠ one could hide​⁠⁠ their confusion at⁠⁠ Lucian’s words. It⁠‌⁠ was strange enough⁠‌ to bring up​ matters from over⁠​ a millennium ago,⁠⁠ but the content‌ seemed far too⁠​‍ implausible.

It​‍ could be an​⁠‌ invention of a mage, and yet‍​ Lucian believed it‍ without verifying anything.​‌

‘Is​⁠⁠ His Highness ill?’​‍​

‘He’s⁠‍ very young… he’s‌ at that age​ where one falls​​‌ into heroic delusions.’⁠

‘Someone⁠‍‌ should stop him.’‌‌⁠

‘And‌‌ who would dare?’‍

To‍‌ oppose a ruler’s‍ decision required significant‌⁠‍ political weight.

Even‌⁠ if not a close confidant, one‌ would at least‌⁠⁠ need to be⁠​​ a trusted vassal.‌‍

But​‌‍ there was no‌‌⁠ one in that​ position willing to‍⁠ stop Lucian, so⁠‌‌ there was no‍‌ alternative.

Lucian’s‍ declaration became a fait accompli, and⁠‌‍ soon even the⁠​​ departure date was⁠‍⁠ set.

“Your​‌ Highness, was it‍ really necessary to‌ announce it so​ openly?”

Paradoxically,⁠‍ the one most‌ surprised by Lucian’s‌⁠ boldness wasn’t his⁠‍ inner circle—it was‍⁠⁠ Helen.

Even‍​ though she had⁠​ been the one‌‍‌ to push for⁠‍​ it, she hadn’t‍‍⁠ expected him to‍ reveal everything without​‍ reservation.

“You‌​ could have used‍ another pretext without‍‍ telling the truth.‌⁠⁠ This way, you’ll‌‌​ only become a laughingstock.”

“That​​‌ may be true—until‍‍ I succeed. But​⁠‌ if I think​‍ about the moment‌⁠‌ when I return‌ triumphant, telling the‍⁠​ truth from the⁠ start is the‍​ right choice.”

Lucian​‍‍ replied casually to‍ Helen’s concern.

“So‍‌ what if they‌‌ laugh? If I succeed, they’ll be​⁠‌ the fools. What‍ matters isn’t the‌ ridicule now, but‍‌ the consequences after⁠ success. If I explain it now,‍⁠⁠ I won’t need⁠⁠​ to justify anything‌‍​ when I return‌ with an army.”⁠

Moreover,​⁠ revealing the truth​‍ would raise his​⁠ prestige even more⁠⁠ if he succeeded.‌​ What Lucian was​ about to do⁠ was a grand‌⁠ adventure worthy of‍‌ legend.

Right⁠⁠ now, they called⁠ him mad—but the​‌​ instant he returned​ victorious, it would⁠​‍ become an epic‌ tale.

To​‍‌ disguise the start⁠⁠ with an excuse‍⁠ would only tarnish‍⁠⁠ that story.

“It’s‍ better to declare‍‍ from the beginning​⁠ that it was​ a planned adventure.‍‍ If I use‍⁠ another pretext, no​ matter how much⁠‍ I dress it‍ up, people will‍ always think, ‘It⁠ wasn’t his intent,⁠ he just got‌ lucky.’”

“That’s‌ true, but…”

“And​​ so you too⁠‍‌ will do everything‍‌​ in your power‌ to make sure​ we don’t fail.‍⁠ Right?”

At⁠⁠⁠ those meaningful words,​ Helen swallowed hard.‍‌‍ If this failed,⁠‍⁠ Lucian wouldn’t be‌ the only one‍‍‍ seen as a fool.

The​​⁠ mages, including herself,⁠‌ would be seen​​ as “snakes who⁠ deceive rulers with‍‌⁠ sweet words.”

If‍⁠ she truly wished​‌ to become a proper advisor, she⁠​‌ had to ensure​ Lucian’s success—no matter​​ what.

“I’ll‍‍ keep that very‍‌​ much in mind.”‌

“That’s​​​ enough. By the​⁠ way, did you‍​ say that once‌ we enter the‍ glacier, we must⁠​ reach the other​ side within fifteen⁠⁠‌ days?”

“Yes.​‌‌ We can’t exceed‌‍ that limit. My​⁠ master will close⁠ the path once‍⁠ the time is‌‌‌ up.”

“Your‌​ master…”

Helen​ and Colin’s master.‌ A mage who‍‍ lived in the‌⁠ lands beyond the‍⁠​ glacier.

Someone‍​‍ capable of temporarily​‌‌ suppressing a cold‌ so harsh even‌ knights couldn’t withstand‌‍‍ it.

Curiosity⁠‍​ stirred again in‌‍⁠ Lucian, but he‍⁠ chose not to‌ ask further. He​​ would soon see⁠ it with his‌‌ own eyes.

***‍​

Before​ departing, Lucian called‌‍ upon Gareth, commander​‍ of the Order‌ of the Blue​‍​ Rose, just in‌‍‌ case of any‍‌ unforeseen events.

Gareth,​‌‌ summoned abruptly, appeared⁠ before Lucian with⁠‌ a stiff and‌ tense expression.

“I‌ was told Your‌‍⁠ Majesty summoned me.”‍​

“That’s​‍‍ right. But your⁠⁠ expression isn’t exactly‌⁠ reassuring. Is something‍⁠‍ wrong?”

“…Your‌ Majesty, I’ll speak⁠​​ frankly. I cannot‌‍ send the Order⁠‍⁠ into that frozen⁠⁠ land.”

“What‌​‍ are you saying?​‍ I have no‌​‌ intention of bringing‍​​ them with me.”⁠‍

“Huh?”‌

Gareth‌‍ and Lucian looked‌​ at each other​‌ for a moment,‌‌ both with surprised​⁠⁠ expressions. Upon realizing⁠‍‌ the situation, Lucian‌ burst into laughter.⁠​‍

“Hahaha!‌ Did you think‍​‍ I was going‍ on an adventure​⁠ with the entire​​ Order of the⁠​‍ Blue Rose? Sorry,‌‍⁠ but from the‍ beginning, I planned‍‌ to go only​⁠‌ with a few⁠ of my closest‌‍ allies.”

“Ah…”‌

Gareth’s‌⁠ face turned red​‌‍ as he realized​‍‍ his mistake.

He‌​‍ had been worried‍‍ about how they​ would survive in​ the tundra—when Lucian​‍⁠ had never planned⁠‌ to bring them‍​ in the first⁠ place.

“Well,‌‌‌ I understand how‌⁠‌ you felt. From⁠​‍ the outside, it​ must look insane,​ so you didn’t‌‍‍ want to send‌‌​ your subordinates to‍‌ certain death.”

“I…​‌⁠ I sincerely apologize,​​‍ Your Majesty.”

“Why⁠⁠‍ apologize? It’s only​ natural for a commander to want​‌ to protect his‍‍‌ troops. If you‍‍​ were my direct​‍​ vassal, that would‍‍ be different—but you’re‍‍‍ not.”

The‍ more Lucian spoke,​‍​ the deeper Gareth‍ bowed his head.⁠ No matter how​​ gently it was​ handled, what he​⁠​ had attempted bordered​‌‍ on direct disobedience.‌

Watching‌ him with amusement,⁠ Lucian then pulled‍⁠ something from beneath‍​​ his cloak.

“Anyway,⁠​ I’m glad it⁠⁠ was all just​⁠ a misunderstanding. Actually,‌ I called you‍⁠‍ because I wanted‌‌ to entrust you​‌‍ with this.”

“Th-this​⁠ is…?!”

Gareth⁠⁠ paled at the‍ sight of the​ object Lucian produced.‌ A white suit‍ of armor, engraved‍ with runes between‍ its plates. It‍‍‍ was the same‌ type Felicia had‍‍⁠ worn in her‍ duel.

“H-how‍​‌ could I be⁠ entrusted with something‍⁠ like this?”

“To⁠‌ be precise, I don’t want to⁠⁠‌ entrust it just​ to you. I want to lend‍‍‌ this armor to⁠ every member of‌‌ the Order of⁠‍⁠ the Blue Rose.”​⁠​

“…?!”​

The​ fact that several‌⁠ of these armors​‌ existed was shocking‌‍‌ enough—but to lend‌⁠‍ them to the​‌‌ entire order? Gareth‍ nearly fainted. Lucian,⁠⁠​ however, spoke with‍​‌ complete calm.

“I‌ don’t know how⁠ long this expedition‌‌ will take. I plan to return​‍⁠ as soon as⁠⁠​ possible, but it‌​ could take longer‍‍ than expected. Mountains⁠ without a master​ attract wolves. I want you all​​⁠ to drive them‌‍ off using this⁠⁠ armor.”

“How⁠⁠ can you trust‌​ us to such‍‌‌ a degree…?”

“Though‍‍ it might not​‍‍ seem like it,‍‍​ I have a good eye for​ judging people. Those‍⁠ I’ve seen in‍ the Order of​ the Blue Rose‍‌‌ have lived without​‌ staining their honor.⁠‌‌ If I’m lending‌ equipment to knights‌ of honor, why​​‍ would I worry‍‌ about not getting‍​ it back?”

Lucian‍​ spoke, mixing truth⁠ with flattery, his‌‌ tongue as smooth‍‍​ as silk. While‌‌ he did trust‍⁠ Gareth’s character, he⁠⁠‌ trusted even more⁠ in the agreement​⁠ he had with​‌ the emperor.

If‌​ an order sent‌⁠ by the Empire​⁠ were to steal‌ Lucian’s treasure and⁠ flee, they wouldn’t‌‍‌ just be labeled‍ as dishonorable thieves—they’d‍⁠‍ be marked as⁠‍ traitors who broke⁠ the bond between‌‌⁠ the Empire and‍⁠ Lucian.

“Y-Your‍‌⁠ Majesty!”

Taking‌​ Lucian’s words with‍‌⁠ utmost sincerity, Gareth​ burst into tears.⁠

Then​​ he knelt before‍⁠ him and cried⁠‌ out in a firm voice.

“I​ swear before the⁠ Eight Gods of​‍​ the heavens that‍⁠‌ until the day‌‍ Your Majesty returns,‌‍‌ not a single‍‌​ wretch will set​ foot in Asagrim!”‍

“Hahaha,‍‌​ how reassuring to‍ hear. I’ll leave‌‍⁠ it to you.”‍‍‍

Lucian‌ patted Gareth lightly⁠ on the shoulder.‌

Feeling‍ the faint tremble⁠ in the man’s⁠ body, Lucian’s smile‌​ deepened even further.⁠

He‌‍ could clearly sense‌‌ how the heart⁠⁠⁠ of the Order⁠ of the Blue‌​ Rose was growing‌ ever more loyal⁠‍⁠ to him.

***‍‍

The‌‍​ day of departure‍​⁠ finally arrived. Lucian‍‍‌ left Asagrim accompanied​ by his closest‌⁠ companions.

Shortly⁠⁠ after, the Order‌​ of the Blue​‍ Rose, fully equipped‌‍⁠ with white armor,‍ followed behind.

They‍‍⁠ couldn’t go beyond⁠‌‍ a certain point,​‌‍ but they would​​ at least escort‍‍‌ him as far⁠​‌ as possible.

Their‍‌ imposing presence was‌ enough to leave⁠ even those who‍ had come only⁠ to mock the‌‌ expedition speechless.

“What’s⁠⁠ that armor? It‌ clearly isn’t ordinary.”‍‍‍

“Is⁠ he really going⁠​ out to recruit​‍‌ more soldiers even⁠‍ though he already‌ has a force​​ like that?”

“I​ get that they’re‌‌ not his direct⁠​‌ troops, but trusting​​‍ in legends is​‌ too much.”

“I⁠ don’t know what⁠ kind of sweet‌ talk that mage​ whispered in his​​ ear. That’s why⁠ you can’t trust⁠⁠ mages.”

Lucian⁠​​ ignored the murmurs‌ and pressed on​ toward his destination—Laugrad.‍

Even‍‍‌ in the North,​ where unnatural cold​ reigned year-round, that‌‍ place was known​⁠​ as the ice‍‌⁠ hell. No one‍⁠‌ who tried to​ cross it had‍⁠ ever returned alive.‌‍⁠

That‌ frozen end of‍‍⁠ the North was​‌‍ Laugrad.

“Damn…‍‍ this is brutal.”​⁠

Days⁠‌⁠ later, upon entering⁠‍​ Laugrad, the curse‌⁠ escaped Lucian’s lips.‌ Even with heat​​‌ stones warming his⁠​ body, the cold‌‌⁠ pierced to his‌ bones.

The​‌‍ curious onlookers had​⁠ long since turned‌​​ back, and even‍⁠‌ the Order of​ the Blue Rose,‌‌ who had marched​ out so gallantly,‌‍ was nearing their‌‍ limit.

“Y-Your‍​ Majesty… I’m sorry,‌⁠ but it seems‍‌ this is as​ far as we‍⁠​ can go…”

Lucian‍‍ looked at Gareth​‌ with sympathy as⁠ the man chattered​‍ through his teeth.⁠​ He wanted to⁠‍ pat his shoulder,‍ but feared the⁠‍ blizzard would slip⁠‍ in through his‌​ sleeve.

“Helen!‍‍ How much longer⁠‌‍ are you going⁠ to make us‍​‍ wait?”

“Please,‍ just a little‍‍⁠ more. Almost…”

As​ Lucian’s irritation reached⁠ its peak, Helen‌⁠‌ clasped both hands‌ tightly, as if⁠⁠ waiting for something.​‌⁠ Soon after, sensing‌ a signal, she‌ raised her head‍ and shouted.

“It’s⁠‌⁠ opening!”

Whoosh.​‍

“…?!”​‍

The‍ knights of the​‌ Order of the⁠‍‌ Blue Rose looked​​ around in astonishment.​⁠

All‍ around them was⁠‌‌ still wrapped in‌‍ an impenetrable snowstorm—but​​ directly above them,​ the wind and​‍ snow had completely‌‌ stopped.

As​ everyone stood speechless⁠⁠‍ at the miracle,​ Lucian spoke.

“Thank⁠ you all for⁠‍‍ escorting me this‍ far. As I said before, I now set off​ to bring back‌‌ our ancient brethren​‍ from beyond the‍‍ tundra.”

“We​‍ wish you good​ fortune, Your Majesty.‍ Please stay safe.”‍

“And​​ protect Asagrim well​‌ while I’m gone.‍‍⁠ Even if the​​ regent makes mistakes,⁠⁠ be understanding.”

“We⁠‌‍ will. We’ll give‌ it our all.”‍​‌

Satisfied​ with Gareth’s immediate​​⁠ reply, Lucian turned‍‌‌ and headed beyond⁠ the tundra.

The⁠ figure walking a windless path through‌‍⁠ the storm looked‌‌‍ like a hero⁠ straight out of‍ a legend.

Only‍‌ when his silhouette‌‍ had completely vanished‌‌ did the Order‌ of the Blue​⁠‌ Rose begin their⁠​⁠ return to Asagrim,⁠‍ determined to fulfill​⁠‍ the vow they‍ had made—to drive​ away any wolf​‌‌ that dared approach‌​‍ a land without‌⁠‍ its master.

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