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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 126

Chapter 126

Upon‍ hearing the word⁠‍ artifact, Lucian paused‍ for a moment.​ But it was‌‍ only for a moment; he quickly‌​‌ nodded, as if‌⁠ he understood everything.​‍

At‌‍​ such a subdued⁠‌​ reaction, Marius blinked.‌⁠

“What?⁠‌ You’re not surprised?​⁠​ Aren’t you curious‍​ about what kind‌‌ of artifact it⁠⁠ is?”

“Of‍ course I’m surprised.⁠​ And I am‍‌ curious. But not‍‌​ long ago I had a major‌ disappointment related to‌‌ artifacts, so I don’t plan on‌ getting my hopes‍‌⁠ up unnecessarily. Besides…”‌‍

Lucian‍​ paused briefly and⁠ spoke with a faint smile.

“If​ even with an⁠​ artifact, you still⁠ decided to come‌ to me, then‌‍⁠ that artifact must‌⁠ have some flaw.‍ Isn’t that right?”⁠​⁠

“Well​ I was hoping⁠ to provoke you‍​ a little, but‍ it didn’t work⁠ at all. You’re‌ spot on.”

Marius’s​ confident smile faded,⁠ and he let‌⁠​ out a long​⁠​ sigh.

“To‍ be precise, what​‌⁠ I found wasn’t‍​‍ the artifact itself,​ but the phenomenon​‍ it was causing.‌‌ When I was​⁠ fleeing from my‍‍ pursuers and arrived​​ at Laugrad, I noticed something strange‌⁠ about the cold⁠⁠‍ there.”

After‍‍ investigating while enduring⁠⁠​ a chill that⁠⁠ pierced to the‌‌ bone, he discovered‌ that around Laugrad,‌ the magical energy‌​ was severely distorted.‌

It‌​ was as if⁠ the phenomenon that​​ happens temporarily when‌‍ using Celestial School‍‌​ magic had become​​ fixed in the⁠ environment—something completely outside‍⁠‍ the bounds of‍⁠ logic.

Marius​‌ discovered that, if‌⁠ done correctly, that‌ distortion could be​ stabilized, at least​‌​ temporarily.

“From‍ that day, I threw myself into‍​​ research like a madman. If I could stop the⁠ cold even for‍‍ a moment and⁠ flee beyond the‌⁠⁠ glacier, the pursuers‌ wouldn’t be able⁠​ to follow me.”‍‍

“That​​‍ sounds reckless. Even⁠​ if you escaped‍⁠​ beyond the glacier,‍​​ without a way⁠‍‌ to survive, you’d⁠ have starved to⁠⁠​ death.”

“Do‌⁠ you think I cared about that‍ when I had‌ a sword hanging‌‍ over my neck?‌​‍ I just interpreted⁠⁠ everything in the⁠‍ most convenient way.”‌

If⁠ someone had blocked⁠ the path on⁠ purpose, then beyond⁠‍​ the glacier, there​‌‌ had to be‌ people living.

If‍‍ he could cross‍ it, somehow he⁠​ could survive.

Clinging⁠⁠⁠ to that idea,‍ Marius gave it‌‌ everything he had‍‍‍ until he finally‍ managed to open​‍⁠ a passage.

It‍⁠ was unstable and‍ narrow, but wide⁠ enough for a person to pass​ through without freezing​​‍ to death.

“I​ didn’t look back‌ even once and‍​⁠ crossed the glacier.‌ Fortunately, I had‍ prepared well, so​‍ even sleeping out‌⁠​ in the open,‌ I managed to​ hold on. I’d‍‌ also learned many‍‌‌ useful spells.”

“It’s​ over ten days‍​‍ from Laugrad to​⁠⁠ here. How did‍‌ you survive? Back‌‍ then there weren’t‌ even the cabins⁠⁠ you later built.”​​

“Survive?⁠‌ I wandered aimlessly,⁠‍​ stopped when I was exhausted, slept,‍​⁠ and woke up‍‍ just before freezing.‌ Again and again.⁠ If I hadn’t‌ been able to​‌ use magic, I’d‍ have died long‌⁠⁠ ago.”

In‌ the end, Marius‌ didn’t make it⁠​‌ across the glacier‍‌ and collapsed from​⁠ exhaustion.

Had⁠‍​ he not been‍‍ lucky, he would’ve⁠​⁠ died right there,​⁠‌ but fortunately, a tribe living beyond‍‌​ the glacier found⁠⁠​ him.

They⁠​‌ had also come‌‍‍ to investigate the​ strange path that‍​⁠ had suddenly appeared.​‌⁠

Reaching‍‍‍ that point in⁠ the story, Marius‌‌⁠ closed his eyes,⁠⁠‍ as if reliving‌ the past.

“After⁠ that, many things‍​‌ happened. Some welcomed⁠⁠​ me, others tried⁠ to kill me.​‌ Some looked at‍⁠ me with suspicion,⁠​ others with curiosity.⁠ They were turbulent​​ days, but after‌⁠‍ many difficulties, the‌⁠‌ tribe eventually accepted‍ my presence.”

The​⁠​ fact that Marius’s‍ Celestial School magic‍‌‍ was a great‌‍ help in the⁠ glacier also played​ a role.

In​ particular, astrology and⁠‌‍ weather magic were‍​ invaluable to people‍⁠‍ living in these‌‌‍ lands.

Thanks⁠ to the magic​ he learned from⁠⁠​ his master—and a string of lucky‌‍⁠ breaks—Marius came to‍‍ be known as‌‌ the tribe’s guide.‌‌

“Guide?”‌

“Something⁠​‍ like an advisor‌ to the chief,‍⁠ prophet, and seer.‌ It’s more of‍ an honorary position‍‌ with no real‌⁠‌ power, but as‍ a prophet, the⁠ intangible authority and‍ influence that come‍ with it are‍​ considerable.”

“Wow.‌ For an outsider,​ you rose pretty‍ high.”

“Rose…​​ you say?”

Marius‍​ let out a bitter laugh at‍‍‍ Lucian’s words.

He​‌ seemed to regret‍‌ his situation—or maybe​ he was suffering‌ from his own​ emotions.

“Yes,⁠‍ you could see‌‍ it that way.‍‍ I could have‍ settled down and‍‍‌ put down roots‌ here. But I couldn’t. This place‌‍‍ was too small‌​​ to satisfy me.”‌‌

If​ he had never​​‍ known the outside​​ world, maybe he⁠ could have been⁠‌​ content.

But​‌​ to Marius’s eyes,⁠​ this land was⁠‌ nothing more than‌ a miniature garden.‌⁠‍

Perhaps‍‌ for an imperial‌⁠ court mage it‍‍ would have felt​ different, but here,‍​ no matter how⁠​ much they revered⁠‌⁠ him as a guide, all he‌ felt was emptiness.⁠⁠‌

“But​ I couldn’t do⁠‍ anything about it​‌ either. If I left, the pursuers⁠ would come after​‍ me again. So,‍‌‌ though unsatisfied, I had no choice‍ but to keep​​ living.”

“For​ someone who says⁠​‍ they’ve settled, your​‍ ambitions seem quite​‌ large.”

“Because‍ some damn bastard‍ lit a fire‌⁠ in my heart‍‌‌ when I was⁠‌​ on the verge⁠‍ of death.”

“A⁠⁠⁠ bastard?”

“The​‍​ Red Axe, Ivar.”​‍

Marius​‍‍ pronounced every word‌⁠‍ through gritted teeth.​

“He’s‍‍​ the current chief‌‌ of the Blue‌‍ Dragon Tribe.”

“Guide!”‍

Gunstein‌⁠‍ shouted without thinking.⁠

No​⁠⁠ matter how revered‌​ the guide was,​​⁠ insulting the chief​ of the tribe‍‌ was crossing a line.

But‍‍ Marius didn’t react‍​ at all.

Lucian‍ stopped Gunstein and⁠ asked,

“What⁠⁠‌ did the chief​⁠⁠ do to make⁠ you speak of‌‍ him like that?”‌‍​

“When​‌‌ he was still‌‌‍ a brat, he⁠ came to me​‍‌ with a deal.‍‍ He said that‌ if I helped‌‍‌ him become the‍‍ next chief, he⁠ would give me​‍⁠ anything I wanted.‍ So I asked⁠‍​ to be allowed​ into the sacred⁠ sanctuary, which only⁠ the chief may‍ access.”

“Sanctuary?”‍‍​

“The‍⁠ altar where the​ Dragon Heart is​‌ kept. At first⁠‍‌ glance, it doesn’t⁠‌‍ look like anything​ special, but if‌​​ someone enters without⁠ the chief’s permission,‍ they’re executed on​⁠​ the spot.”

The‍ Blue Dragon Tribe‌⁠ guarded the Dragon‌‍ Heart, and only​ the chief had‍‍ the right to‌ oversee it.

Marius⁠‌​ didn’t fully believe​ the story, but‍​ if there was⁠ even the slightest‌ chance—it was something‌​ he wanted to​ see at least​​ once.

If‍ a real Dragon⁠‌ Heart existed, it‍ could become a weapon capable of‌⁠ standing against the⁠ Empire.

Using⁠‍‍ the influence he⁠ had built up,‌‌ Marius decided to‍‍ help Ivar to​‍​ satisfy his curiosity.⁠⁠⁠

“I​‌ used all my​​ influence to make​ Ivar the chief.‍⁠⁠ And once he‍ was, he kept​‌​ his promise and‌‌ let me enter‍‍ the sanctuary. And​‌‌ then…”

Marius​ entered the sacred‍‌​ land with his⁠⁠ heart torn between‌ doubt and expectation—and‌‌ nearly fainted.

The‍‌ moment he crossed⁠‌​ into the altar,‍⁠ an explosive amount​ of magical power,​⁠ imperceptible from the‌‌ outside, surged through​‍ his entire body.​

Within​​⁠ the sacred land​‍‍ were actual remains⁠ of a dragon,⁠ including its heart—and‌ an artifact still​ functioning, fueled by⁠​ that heart’s power.​‌‍

It​ was the first​⁠ time Marius had⁠‍⁠ ever seen an​⁠‍ artifact like that,‌⁠ but he understood‌​‌ it instantly.

That‍ object was, without​​ a doubt, the‌‍ force controlling the⁠‍​ northern climate and⁠⁠ sealing the tundra⁠⁠ in perpetual snowstorms.‍​​

“Can‌‍ you imagine what​ I felt? Not‍ only was there‍​ a dragon’s heart,⁠‌‍ but also an⁠ ancient artifact powered​ by it. An⁠ artifact capable of‌​ controlling the weather⁠ at will, able⁠‌‍ to freeze an‌ army of a million soldiers!”

“…”​‌​

Lucian’s​‌​ eyes widened.

In‍ his mind, he⁠​ recalled the blueprints⁠‍ of the climate​ control artifact hidden⁠⁠ beneath the White⁠ Palace—an artifact impossible⁠‍‍ to reproduce, but‌ one that, had‍​​ it been constructed,⁠ could have dominated⁠ the entire Empire.​

And‌ now, that very‍‍⁠ type of artifact‌⁠ was still functioning,⁠‌ powered by a dragon’s heart.

Lucian⁠‌ realized—just a second​‍​ too late—that he’d‌‌​ failed to control⁠‍‍ his expression. Fortunately,‌‌⁠ Marius, lost in‍⁠⁠ his own excitement,‌​ didn’t seem to‌‌ notice.

“I​​‌ told Ivar that⁠ with that dragon​‌⁠ heart and the⁠ artifact, there was​‌⁠ no need to​⁠ remain trapped in‍‍⁠ the tundra. That‍‍‍ he could leave‍‌⁠ for a land‌ flowing with milk​​ and honey and‍⁠ become king.”

“And‍ what happened? Did‍​ the chief accept⁠ your words?”

“What‍‍‍ do you think?”⁠

Marius’s​⁠​ cold tone made⁠‍⁠ the answer obvious.‌⁠ If Ivar had‍⁠ accepted, Marius wouldn’t‌‌⁠ be venting like‌ this.

After‌ grinding his teeth​‍ for a long​‌‌ moment, Marius let‌​​ out a sigh.​

“That‍ bastard only wanted‌‍ to enjoy the​‌‍ power he had⁠​​ just obtained. Instead⁠ of aiming higher,​ he chose to​‌​ keep ruling as​⁠⁠ chief in this⁠⁠ cramped land. Desperate,​​ I left the​⁠⁠ tundra and went‍ to the Empire.”‌⁠⁠

But‍ leaving the tundra‍​ didn’t bring him​ a life of​ ease.

In‍‍ the Empire, the​‍​ hunting dogs of⁠⁠ the imperial palace​ still had their​ eyes wide open.⁠‌​ As soon as​ he returned, Marius​‍⁠ had to live‍‌ hiding from imperial​ surveillance.

During⁠​ that time, he‍⁠‍ took in some​‌‍ talented disciples—but the⁠‌ simple joy of‍‍⁠ training apprentices wasn’t‌‌‌ enough to survive⁠ in such an‍‌ environment.

In⁠‌ the end, after‌‍ more than ten⁠⁠ years, he had‌⁠⁠ no choice but​‌ to return to⁠ the Blue Dragon⁠ Tribe.

“When⁠‌​ I returned in⁠ such a pitiful​ state, Ivar openly⁠ looked down on​ me. He abandoned‍‍ even the minimal‍‍​ respect he once‌⁠ showed and told‌ me to live​‍​ out my days‍‌ spouting prophecies that‍​‌ suited him.”

Left​⁠ with no other​‌​ option, Marius was⁠​ forced to comply‌ with Ivar’s demands.‍

But⁠ once born, hope‍‌⁠ never truly disappears.⁠⁠‌ Over time, that‌⁠​ hope began to⁠‍‍ rot and turn‌ into obsession.

One⁠‌​ day, as that⁠⁠ obsession festered within‌​ him, Marius sensed⁠‍ a change in‍⁠‍ the stars.

“I⁠‌​ was just performing​‌ a reading as⁠ usual… but I was shocked. Beside⁠ the Emperor’s star​⁠⁠ appeared a new‍‌‍ one—one I had‌​⁠ never seen before.⁠‍⁠ A hero’s star‌ so radiant it‍‍‌ looked like it⁠‍​ would devour all‍ others.”

“…You’re⁠ saying that star‍ is me?”

“I‍ won’t ask you⁠ to believe in​ astrology. That’s your‍ choice. But I believed in it—and​‍ I wanted to⁠​‍ help that hero’s​ star.”

A hero inevitably brings‌⁠ forth a new‌‌ era. And there⁠‍ was no reason‌ that new era⁠​​ couldn’t also mean‍⁠‌ a rebirth for‌ mages.

Convinced‍⁠ that it was​⁠⁠ his final chance⁠ to achieve his⁠​ life’s ambition, Marius‍‌​ acted swiftly.

“At‌ first, I thought‍​ of leaving it⁠‍ to Colin. But‍‍ I soon realized‌⁠ that wouldn’t work.‌‌‍ With his personality,‍ the moment he‍ secured a stable‌ position, he’d choose​‍ the safe path‍⁠​ and forget all⁠ about the magic‌‍​ tower.”

“Master!”‌‌⁠

“What?⁠ Are you going⁠ to say it’s​‌‌ not true?”

Colin,​‍​ who was about⁠‍⁠ to object, lowered​‌ his head under‌⁠‍ his master’s gaze.​

In‍⁠ fact, moments ago‌⁠‌ he had been⁠⁠⁠ on the verge‍‌ of protesting with⁠⁠ exactly that mindset—that‍​​ serving Lucian would‌ be enough to⁠‍⁠ revive magic, with​⁠ no need to‌ cross such a dangerous bridge.

But‌ thinking about it‌‍⁠ now, what his⁠‍ master said was‌‍‌ the same as‍​ admitting that he‍ was already too⁠‍‌ late, and only​⁠⁠ Colin would benefit‌‍ from a better‌‌ era.

Marius​​ clicked his tongue​ and continued.

“So​​ I used every‍‍ means available to​​⁠ bring you here.​‍​ I sent Helen‍​ to leak information⁠​​ about the dragon‍ heart, opened the⁠‌​ path just when‌ Gunstein’s anxiety peaked,‍ and in the‌⁠‍ meantime, I spread​‌‌ the prophecy of⁠‌ the king who⁠‌ would unite all‍ the tribes of⁠‌⁠ the tundra.”

“You​‍‍ also calculated that⁠⁠ Gunstein would lose​‍‍ his position to​ me?”

“Calculated?‍ Don’t exaggerate. A guy who wants⁠ to be chief​ with no clear‌ accomplishments will obviously‍ poke around the‌‍⁠ moment a new​ opportunity appears. And​​ I figured that​ if my guest‌‍ showed up right⁠⁠​ then, he’d definitely‌ pounce.”

Spoken‌ so casually, those‍ words hit Gunstein‌ like a hammer.‌‌⁠

He‍‍‌ had believed everything‌​ to be a string of coincidences,‍‌ only to realize⁠‌ he had been⁠‌‌ dancing in the‍​​ palm of an‍ old prophet’s hand.​

Before​ he could say⁠‌ anything, Marius spoke​‍‍ first.

“Do‍​ you hate me?”​‍‍

“Guide…!”​‌

“I​ didn’t order you‌⁠ to do anything.⁠​ I simply opened‌ the path, as​ always. You’re the​ one who prowled⁠​‍ around looking for​ merit. And you’re‌ the one who,‍⁠⁠ trying to win⁠ me over, provoked‌ my guest.”

“…”​

“Tell​ me then—whose fault‌ is it that⁠‍ things turned out​⁠‌ this way?”

Gunstein​⁠⁠ trembled and lowered⁠⁠‌ his head. Blaming​​‍ someone who hadn’t‌​‌ even approached him⁠‍⁠ would’ve been pure‍⁠ shamelessness.

Just⁠ as Marius was‍​ about to continue,‍ Lucian raised his‌ hand to stop‌⁠‌ him.

“That’s‌ enough. Stop playing​‍‌ the puppeteer.”

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