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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 122

Chapter 122

“Wow,​‌ the more I look at it,​ the stranger it‍​ seems.”

Hugo‌‌​ muttered while waving⁠ his hand in​⁠​ the air.

As‌ soon as you⁠⁠ stepped outside the‍‌ designated area, a terrifying gust slammed​ into your body,‌ but if you​‍ took just one​ step inside, the‍⁠ wind stopped dead.‍

He‍⁠ had heard stories‌‍‍ of places where,‍ just a few‍‍ steps apart, one​‍‍ area was soaked​ by rain and⁠⁠‌ the other completely‌⁠​ dry—but this was‍ something else.

While⁠ a snowstorm raged⁠ all around, only‍‌‍ the spot where​ Lucian’s group stood‌⁠ remained untouched.

“I‍ don’t get how‌ in the world⁠​ people like this‌‌​ lost. If they​ set their minds‌⁠​ to it, they‌ could flip a whole kingdom.”

“That‍⁠​ would be true​‍‍ if all the‍‍‌ mages in the‍⁠​ world were at​ my master’s level,​ but even among​ mages, the difference​ in skill is‍​ huge.”

Colin​​​ replied with a bitter smile to​ Hugo’s doubt.

“Even‌ I can’t use‌‍ such advanced magic.​ Only high-level mages,⁠​⁠ like my master,​ can do it—and‌ even then, it‍‍ requires thorough preparation.‍‌ He must have⁠‍⁠ been getting ready​‌ for over ten⁠⁠ years at least.”⁠‌

“From‍⁠ what I heard,​‍ it took exactly⁠​⁠ fourteen years. Before⁠​⁠ that, even for‌ him, going there‌ and back just​‌⁠ once was a gamble with his​‍ life.”

“…I‍‍‌ see.”

When‍​⁠ Helen chimed in,⁠ the smile vanished​⁠ from Colin’s face.​​ He still seemed‍‍ bothered about having‍‌⁠ been left out‍⁠​ by his master‍‍⁠ and fellow disciples.‌⁠

The​ atmosphere grew tense​‍‌ for a moment,​⁠​ until Lucian’s serious‍‌⁠ voice broke the⁠ silence.

“Leave⁠⁠ the magic lesson⁠‌ for later. You’ll⁠​⁠ have plenty of​ time. What matters‍​ now is finding⁠⁠⁠ a resting point‍‍ along the way.”​⁠

Thanks⁠​‌ to the magic,⁠​ a path had‍‌‌ opened to cross​​‌ beyond the snowfield.‌​

But‍ just being able⁠ to cross didn’t⁠‌‍ mean they could‍‍​ camp.

Even​‌ if that area‌‍ was warmer than⁠⁠​ the surroundings, trying​ to sleep in​​ that cold would‌​ turn them into⁠ frozen corpses by​ morning.

Since‌ they would have​‍ to travel for⁠​ several days, they⁠ needed a safe​⁠‌ spot to rest‍ and sleep.

“Helen,‍⁠​ where’s the first​⁠​ rest point? If​‍ what you said‍‍ is right, we‍ should be close.”​

“We’re‍‍‍ almost there. Look​ over there.”

Helen​‌​ raised her finger‌⁠⁠ and pointed. At⁠⁠‍ first, it looked​‍​ like just a snow-covered hill, but‍‍‌ upon closer inspection,‍‍ a window was‌​ sticking out from⁠ the mounds.

Only‌​‍ then did Lucian⁠​ realize it wasn’t‍ a hill but‌⁠ a cabin half-buried‍ in snow.

“…Is​​ that really okay?‍⁠ Even if we‌ remove the snow,‌ the door looks​ like it’ll be‍ frozen shut and​ won’t open.”

“It’s⁠​‌ a cabin full⁠‌ of runes engraved⁠ to prevent freezing.‌‍ Just clearing the​‌‍ snow is enough‍‌‍ to open it‌‍ surprisingly easily. Besides,⁠⁠ there are two⁠ mages here, so​⁠ we don’t even​ have to clean‌‍‌ it by hand.”‍​‌

“Do⁠‍ we really need⁠‍‍ two? I’ll take⁠‌ care of it,​‌​ you rest. I want to show‌‍ off a bit​⁠ too.”

Colin​​​ walked forward reluctantly‍‌ as he spoke.‍‌ His tone clearly‌ showed he was⁠ still bitter, so‌‌ Helen stepped back‌ with an awkward​​ smile.

Soon‍‍ after, standing in‌ front of the‍ snow-buried cabin, Colin‍ raised his hand.⁠⁠

“Disperse.”‌

Whoosh.​⁠​

With​‌‍ a voice that​ echoed like in⁠ a cave, the‌​ accumulated snow collapsed​‌​ and fell away.​⁠​

For‌‍​ a cabin that​ had been buried‌⁠‌ under snow, its‌⁠ appearance was in​‍⁠ better shape than⁠ expected. Lucian opened‌​ the door as⁠‍ carefully as possible.‌​

Creeaak.​⁠​

‘It’s​ really not frozen.’‍‌‌

He⁠​ had feared that⁠​​ trying to open‍‌⁠ a frozen door⁠ might break it​‌​ or rip it​‍⁠ off, but there‍⁠‍ seemed to be‍‌‍ no risk of⁠‌ that.

Just​​ as Helen had​⁠⁠ said, the engraved​⁠ runes prevented it​ from freezing.

Upon‍ entering the cabin,⁠​⁠ Lucian’s eyes widened​ in surprise at‍​‍ the warmth inside.⁠⁠

“It’s‌ warm. Is this‌‌ also thanks to⁠​‍ the runes?”

“Yes.‍‌ They prevent the​‌ door from freezing‍ and also serve​‍ as heating. Only⁠​⁠ the food storage‍ doesn’t have engraved⁠ runes, so be‌ careful with that.”‌

“Food⁠‌​ storage?”

“It’s​​ that box over​ there.”

Helen‍ walked toward a corner and opened​ a cabinet-like piece‍‍‌ of furniture. Inside,‌⁠ several chunks of‍‌​ fresh meat hung​ from hooks.

At⁠ the same time,​ a cutting chill⁠ poured from the‍⁠ interior into the​⁠ cabin.

“If‍‌​ you leave it​‌‍ open too long,‍ the temperature drops,‍⁠⁠ so you have‌‍‍ to take only‍‌ what’s needed and⁠ do it quickly.”‌

Just⁠‌ like she said,​‍ Helen quickly pulled‌ out a few⁠ pieces of meat⁠​⁠ and headed toward‌‍ the fireplace.

Standing⁠​‌ on the spread-out‌‍⁠ hide on the‌ floor, she placed‍​⁠ the meat into​ a pot already​​ set up, and‌⁠ at that moment,⁠‌ flames flared up.‍

Upon‌⁠ seeing the faintly​⁠ glowing runes around‍‍⁠ it, Lucian clicked​ his tongue.

“More⁠‍​ runes? How many‍‍⁠ did you engrave​⁠ here? No, wait—how⁠ do you even‌​ know runes like​ these?”

Runes​ were practically lost‍​​ knowledge due to​​‌ the mage persecution.⁠

Even‍ court mages barely​‍⁠ knew a handful‌⁠‍ of essential ones‍​‌ used for combat.​⁠

However,‌‌ the runes now‍ glowing didn’t look⁠ like combat runes,⁠ but rather everyday-use⁠⁠ runes, lost long⁠​ ago.

They‌ might seem minor,‍ but when used​​⁠ well, they could‍​​ improve the quality​‍ of life many‌ times over—not just‍ for nobles, but‌‌ for commoners too.⁠

“My‌‌ master is a Magus, the highest⁠‍ rank among mages.‍ This is one​‍ of the support‍ points he created,‌‌ pouring in all⁠ his strength over‌‍ more than ten​ years, so it​‌ should be this⁠ impressive.”

“No,‍‌ what I meant‍​ is…”

Lucian‍⁠ shook his head,​​ realizing Helen had‍⁠⁠ misunderstood him.

He​​‍ hadn’t yet confirmed​‌‍ what kind of‍‌ person her master​ really was, and​⁠‌ there was no​ need to praise​​ him in advance.​‌

However,‍‍ Helen continued speaking​⁠ without losing her‍ satisfied expression.

“You⁠‍​ haven’t seen anything‌‍⁠ yet. There’s something​‍ even more impressive.”‍⁠

“Now​​ what, is the‍ cabin going to​⁠ turn into a palace?”

“No.‍‍ The meat turns‌‍‍ into medicine.”

“Medicine?”⁠⁠​

Lucian‍⁠ was about to​ ask what that‌⁠‌ meant, but when​ he closely observed‍ the meat Helen‍⁠ had just taken⁠ out, he froze‌‌ completely.

From‌ the meat, slaughtered‍​ quite some time​‍ ago, magical energy⁠‌ was clearly flowing.⁠‌

***‌‍⁠

“Umm.”‍​‍

“Ah.”‍‍⁠

After​ tasting Helen’s cooking,​‌⁠ Lucian’s group couldn’t‌⁠‌ stop exclaiming in‍ amazement.

It​‌ wasn’t because it‌‍ was incredibly delicious,‍ nor because it​‍ was a dish‍​‌ they had never‍ seen before.

It⁠​​ was simply meat‌⁠ cooked in an‍​‍ ordinary way, and‌⁠‌ yet it produced‌ an effect similar‍​ to that of​‌​ an elixir.

“Just​⁠ eating meat already‌ increases mana…”

“Isn’t⁠⁠ it like the‌​‍ people living here⁠‍‍ drink an elixir⁠ every day?”

Hugo‍ and Raymond kept​‍‌ murmuring with their‍ mouths full, impressed.​‌ Felicia, on the⁠‍‍ other hand, chewed⁠‍ the meat with‌‌ an impassive expression.⁠⁠​

“But⁠​ the increase is⁠ far too slight.⁠‌‍ Even if you​‌ eat it every⁠‌ day, it would‍‌ take an eternity​​‍ to get an​ effect comparable to​ a real elixir.”⁠‍

She⁠​‍ wasn’t comparing it‍ to nectar, but⁠⁠ to low-level elixirs‌‍ that, with enough‌‌ connections and enormous‌‌ sums of money,‌ could barely be‍‌ obtained.

Even⁠‍ those elixirs had‌ an almost incalculable⁠ value for common​ people, but still,‌⁠ it was debatable​⁠​ to go through⁠ a fixed diet⁠‍‍ for decades just‍⁠‍ for that effect.‌⁠‌

It‌ wasn’t a matter⁠‌ of flavor, but⁠ of the fact​ that you’d have⁠ to live in​‍​ an environment where⁠‌ that meat was‌‍‍ constantly available, which⁠ would make moving‍ freely on the‌ battlefield impossible.

“It⁠⁠⁠ might be useful​‌ for a wealthy‍‍⁠ noble to strengthen‌‌‍ their body, but‍‍‍ if the goal‍ is to train‌​‌ knights, it would⁠ be better to‌ obtain elixirs and​​​ give them directly.”​

“Lady‌⁠ Felicia’s words are‍ accurate.”

Helen​ nodded calmly, supporting‍⁠‌ her opinion.

“No‍​ matter how curious‍⁠ its effects may‍‍‍ be, in the⁠ end, it’s still‌​ beast meat. It⁠ can’t compare to‌‍ an elixir, the‍‌‌ very essence of‌‌‍ alchemy. It would​ take decades of​⁠ consumption to match‍‌ the effect of‌⁠ a single elixir.​‌ But…”

Tap.⁠‍⁠

Helen‌ set down the⁠​ wooden utensil on‌‍ the table and‌ spoke in a low voice.

“The‍ tribes living in​​ this region eat‌​ this meat every‍‌ day.”

“…”‌​‍

“It’s​ not that they⁠‌ choose only the‌‍ best beasts. Every​‌⁠ beast hunted here‌ produces meat like‍⁠ this.”

They‍⁠​ didn’t have the‍ option of picking​⁠‍ only the best⁠ cuts. The meat‍​ of any animal‌ hunted for survival​ was imbued with​ mana.

That’s⁠‍ why, for the​⁠⁠ barbarian tribes, all​⁠‍ of it was‌​ nothing more than⁠⁠ everyday food.

Until‍‌ the final moments‍‌ of their lives,​‌ they filled their‍ stomachs with that‍ meat.

“To‌ get the effect‌​ of an elixir,‌​​ one would have‌ to eat it‌​​ for decades, but‌ the inhabitants here‌​‌ already have. From‌ the moment they​‌​ stop drinking milk‌​​ and start chewing‌ solid food, they⁠​⁠ eat it.”

“Then​⁠​ it’s as if‍‌ they’ve all taken‌‍​ elixirs. Their physical⁠ capabilities must be‌ just as formidable.”‌‌

If‌ the goal were‌ to train knights,​‌‌ it might still​ fall short. Great‍⁠⁠ strength doesn’t automatically⁠ mean developing leadership‌ or depth in‌⁠‌ swordsmanship.

But​​ if the goal​ were soldiers, that‍⁠⁠ would be a different story.

If​ warriors with strength‌ comparable to knights‌⁠ formed an army‍ and charged through​​‌ enemy lines.

If,⁠‌ with a single‌⁠‌ clash, they could​ unilaterally wipe out‍‍ enemy troops.

‘With‌⁠ less than half‍‌‌ the enemy’s numbers,‍‌‍ they could become​‌‍ the most powerful‌‍ army, capable of‌⁠ spreading terror.’

The⁠‌ corners of Lucian’s​ lips lifted slightly.‍ The army beyond​⁠‍ the snowfield, which‌‍ had been a vague idea until‌‍ now, was beginning‍‍‍ to take concrete‌ shape.

***⁠‌‍

After​ spending the night‌​ in the cabin,‌​ Lucian’s group set⁠‍ off the next⁠ morning.

To‌⁠‍ be honest, it‌‌‍ was hard to​ tell whether it⁠‌⁠ was morning or​ still night. The⁠⁠‌ blizzards were so‍ intense the sun‍ was barely visible.‌

They​‍⁠ only judged by‌ the color of‌⁠ the sky—if it‌ was violet, it​ was day; if⁠ it turned completely‍⁠​ black, it was‌⁠​ night.

“…Damn​​⁠ it. Now I understand why no‍​‌ one ever came​ back after trying​ to cross the‌‌ snowfield without magic.”​

By‌⁠ the tenth day,‍‍‌ Hugo muttered while⁠⁠ shivering. With sunlight⁠‍‍ so faint that‌‌ it was barely⁠ distinguishable from night,‍ and a cold‌‌ that even knights⁠ couldn’t endure for⁠ long, it was‌ a frozen hell.⁠‍‌

To‌ make matters worse,‌​ after ten days‍ of continuous marching,‌ the barbarian tribes’‌⁠‍ settlement still hadn’t⁠ appeared.

If‍‍‍ Helen and Colin’s‍​⁠ master hadn’t opened​ the path, and‌‍ if he hadn’t​‌​ set up shelters​‌ along the way,​ they would’ve already‌ frozen to death.⁠⁠

“By‍​ the way, the​ promised fifteen days‍ have passed. Why‌ hasn’t this so-called‍⁠‍ tribe appeared yet?”​⁠

“One‌​​ more day of‍‌‌ marching will be‌​⁠ enough. If we‌⁠​ forced the pace,‍ we could reach​ it today, but‍⁠ we’ve slowed down⁠‌ to conserve strength,‌‍‍ so don’t worry.”‌

“That‍‌ sounds good. Or​​ does it? To​‍ them, we’ll just‍‌ be intruders.”

“The​ master is aware⁠⁠‍ of our visit,⁠ so they’ll receive‍⁠‌ us as guests.‍​​ I’ve been here‍​ a few times​‌ before…”

Helen,‌‍⁠ who had been‍​ explaining everything to⁠ Hugo, suddenly stopped.⁠​ When the others‌‌‍ followed her gaze,​​ they saw dark​‍ silhouettes in the⁠​‌ distance.

The⁠‌ moment they blinked⁠‍ to get a better look, a roar echoed from‍ that direction.

“Who‍ dares set foot‌‌ in the dragon’s⁠‍‍ territory?!”

The​ thunderous voice struck​ the eardrums of‍‌⁠ Lucian’s group. Even⁠​‌ without containing magic,⁠‍⁠ the shout was‌ so powerful it‌ made their ears​​⁠ ring. If there​⁠ had been mountains‍‍ nearby, it would’ve‍ triggered an avalanche.​

Lucian​ frowned at the‌ show of force⁠ and was about‌⁠‍ to step forward​ when Helen spoke.​​

“Leave⁠⁠ it to me.‌ If this works,​⁠⁠ we might avoid⁠​ a fight.”

“Hmm.”‍

At‍ Helen’s words, Lucian‌‍ slightly tilted his​‍⁠ chin, as if​​⁠ to say, “Go⁠‌ ahead.” With his‍​ permission granted, Helen‍‍ stepped forward and‍‍‌ spoke softly.

“A⁠⁠ roar worthy of​​ a warrior. Few​‌ possess a voice‍‌ like that—are you⁠⁠ Lord Gunstein?”

“A‍​​ woman? What is​ a woman doing‍⁠ in this place?”⁠

In​​ the voice from⁠​ the other side,​ there was a hint of confusion.‍⁠‌ Clearly, he hadn’t‍ expected a woman‍‍⁠ to make it‌​​ this far beyond‍ the snowfield.

Sensing⁠‌⁠ the other’s softened⁠ attitude, Helen smiled‍‍ even more and‌​⁠ continued.

“Have⁠⁠‍ you forgotten me?‍‌‌ I’m Helen. I trained as a guide under the‍ master, the Conductor.​‌ There was even‍ a banquet where‌‍ you personally served​​ me liquor. Do‍⁠ you remember?”

After​‌⁠ her words, the⁠ other side fell⁠ silent. Moments later,‌ the shadows cautiously⁠ began to approach,‌ as if still‌ on guard.

When‍‍ both sides got‌‍ close enough to‌‍⁠ clearly see each⁠⁠ other, Lucian’s group‌ opened their eyes‍‍⁠ wide.

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