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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 129

Chapter 129

“Ha.”‌

A dry laugh escaped⁠‌⁠ from Ivar’s mouth.‍⁠‍

That‌ it wasn’t an‍​​ excuse but genuine‍‌ praise for a woman like that‌⁠ was absurd—and at‌⁠​ the same time,⁠​‍ a perfect opportunity​ to crush Lucian.​

Without‌‍ realizing it, his‍​​ shoulders trembled with‌ excitement.

“Words⁠ that are spoken⁠​ cannot be taken⁠⁠ back.”

“If⁠​​ I didn’t know​ that, I wouldn’t‍‌ have said them.”⁠⁠

“Good!”⁠⁠

Ivar⁠⁠​ sprang to his‍‍‌ feet, slamming the‍​⁠ table with such​ force that it​ thundered.

Leaving⁠​‍ no room for‍‌‍ anyone to intervene,‌​ he proclaimed in‌‍‌ a booming voice.​⁠

“Descendants‌​ of the dragon,‌​‍ listen! I, who⁠⁠​ inherited the purest⁠ blood, have led​​‌ the tribe! But‍ the years have​​ turned my hair​‌‌ white and bent‍⁠​ my back!”

“…!”‍

“Now⁠ that I am‌ old and weakened,​⁠‌ it is difficult‍‌​ for me to​⁠ bear the duty‌ of the dragon!⁠ Therefore, I will​​‍ entrust the future⁠ to a suitable‍⁠‍ successor! Are you‌⁠ prepared to shoulder⁠ this heavy duty?!”​

The​ holders of the​‍ right of succession,‌‍ except for Lucian,‍​ rose in unison⁠ and bowed their‌ heads.

It⁠⁠ seemed like a rite that didn’t‌‍ even require an‍‍‍ answer.

Ivar‌ frowned slightly when‍ he saw Lucian‍ remain motionless, but⁠‍ soon formed a strange smile and‌​​ continued.

“…Good!⁠ I have seen​ your determination! But‌​​ whoever wishes to‍ shoulder this duty​⁠​ must demonstrate the‌​ corresponding ability in​‍‌ three trials!”

The⁠‍ warriors present swallowed.‌‌

By‍‍​ invoking the tradition‌ for choosing the⁠‌ next chief, it​⁠​ was clear he‌‌ would impose the‍‍ trials right there.‌

Depending​‌ on the content,⁠‌⁠ there would be‍​‍ those who benefited⁠ and those who⁠ didn’t, so tension‌ was inevitable. With⁠⁠ all eyes focused‌​‌ on him, Ivar‌ announced the first⁠‌‌ trial.

“Whoever⁠ aspires to be​ chief must show‍‍ the strength of​​ the warriors who‍‍ serve him! Show‍‌ how great is‌​ the vessel capable‌‍⁠ of housing a great warrior!”

At​​‌ the proclamation, the‍‌‌ warriors’ gazes turned‌ to Lucian.

The‌‍ content was familiar,‍‌ a trial often​ used in the‍ past.

The‍ problem was the‌​ declaration Lucian had‍​ just made.

If​‍ he brought out‍​​ anyone other than​‍⁠ the woman, he‍⁠ would become the​ laughingstock; and if⁠⁠⁠ he brought her⁠ out and someone‌ managed to withstand​‍ even a single‌ blow, Lucian would‌‌ have to hand‌ over his head‍​‌ according to his​‌ vow.

‘It’s⁠ over.’

The⁠​‌ warriors mocked Lucian’s​ blunder inwardly.

Now‌ he could only⁠‍ withdraw from the⁠ trial and remain​‌‍ a mere spectator.‌‍ But, contrary to​ their expectations, Lucian‍​ smiled and said.⁠‍‌

“It’s‍⁠‌ not a bad‌‌⁠ idea. Subordinates are⁠ the face of‍‌‍ a ruler. By⁠ seeing the ability‌ of the subordinates,‍ one can know‌​‍ that of the​ ruler.”

“…?”⁠‌​

At⁠⁠⁠ his relaxed tone,‍⁠ the warriors blinked​‍ in disbelief.

Did⁠⁠‌ he really intend⁠‍​ to face the‌‍‍ trial with just⁠​​ one woman? Seeing​​ their doubts, Lucian‍ drove the point​ home.

“Very⁠ well, I’ll play​​ along. Just be⁠‌​ careful. My guard‌‍ is not as‌‌ lenient as I am.”

***‌

— The foreigner presented⁠‌‍ a woman as​ his warrior!

— They say he’ll‍ send her to‍‌ fight other warriors!‌​

What‌​ happened at the‍ banquet spread through‍ the tribe in⁠​ an instant.

To⁠ be precise, the⁠‍‍ warriors present broadcast‌‌​ it without restraint.​‍‌

They‌ wanted to display‍ Lucian’s disgrace, but⁠‌⁠ more than that,‌‌‍ it was so​ shocking they couldn’t‍‌⁠ keep it to​ themselves.

“A​⁠​ woman warrior? What⁠‍‌ kind of nonsense‍ is that?”

“How​ would I know?‍​⁠ In foreign lands‍​ it seems that’s​​ allowed.”

“He’s‍‌⁠ insane! A king‍‍‍ who hides behind​‌⁠ a woman?”

“Could‌ it be that‌‍‌ the prophecy was​‌​ wrong?”

“Prophecy⁠ or whatever, I don’t acknowledge a king like that!”‌‍

The‌ tribe stirred at‍​‍ an act that‍ overturned all tradition‍​ and common sense.​‍

The‌​‍ gazes that had​​ once been filled⁠ with curiosity and‍⁠ fear began to‍‍ be tinged with⁠‌‍ hostility.

For‌​ Ivar and the‍‍⁠ other competitors, the‌​​ outcome was perfect.⁠‌

But​ Lucian and his‌​ group didn’t care‌‍‍ in the slightest.‍‍ The only exception‌​⁠ was Gunstein, who‌‍ only then learned​ that Felicia was⁠ a warrior.

“My​⁠‍ lord! Why didn’t‌ you tell me​ earlier?!”

“Did‌⁠​ I hide it?‌​‍ You saw her‌⁠ several times with‌ a sword at⁠ her waist.”

“I‍ thought it was⁠ just for self-defense!‌​ We also give⁠​‍ that equipment for‌⁠​ protection in case‌‍ of emergencies!”

“I’m‌ glad you know‌ now. From now⁠ on, if something‍‍​ seems strange, ask‌‍‍ immediately.”

“No,​ my lord, that’s‍ not what I meant…!”

“Your⁠ Highness.”

The​⁠⁠ voice beside him‍ made Gunstein flinch.​‌ When he turned,‌⁠ he saw that‍​‍ Felicia had already⁠​ approached and was​‌‍ kneeling with composure​​‍ before Lucian.

‘I⁠ didn’t sense her⁠ presence at all…‍⁠‌ when did she…?’​⁠⁠

Ignoring‍​‌ the confused Gunstein,⁠ Felicia asked.

“To‌​ what extent do​‍‌ you wish me‍​‌ to go?”

“How​ far do you‍ want to go?”‍

“Either‍ option is fine.‍‌‌ The objective remains‌‍ the same.”

“Then​‌ do it at⁠‌‌ your discretion. In‍‍​ this land, duels​⁠​ are usually to⁠⁠ the death, so⁠ act as you‍‌ see fit.”

“Understood.‍‍ I will adjust‌ the intensity according‌ to the situation.”​

“…?”‍⁠

Gunstein‍⁠⁠ shifted his gaze‍‌​ between the two,​ completely bewildered. Since​‌‍ the subject wasn’t⁠⁠ mentioned, he didn’t⁠​⁠ understand what they​ were talking about.‍‍

“My⁠‍‍ lord, what does‌ all this mean?⁠‍ Adjust what exactly?”​

Lucian‍‍⁠ smiled wryly and​​⁠ replied.

“Well,⁠⁠ how badly Felicia⁠‌⁠ is going to⁠‌​ wreck her opponents.”‍‍

“…!?”​

***​​‌

The​ next morning, every‌​ member of the‌‍ tribe gathered without‌ exception beneath the‍ chief’s residence.

It‍‌ was there that⁠ all duels personally⁠ overseen by the⁠ chief were always‍ held.

Ainar,⁠‌ who had arrived​‍ a bit earlier‌⁠ than the others,⁠​​ looked around and‍‍ murmured,

“He⁠‌ seemed to have​‍ some backbone… I guess I was‌⁠ wrong about him.​‍‌ Was he just​​‌ someone with a silver tongue?”

“Are‍‌ you referring to⁠ that foreigner?”

One​⁠ of his subordinates​‌ asked.

“Who​⁠⁠ else? He made⁠⁠‍ a fatal mistake‍‍ and still couldn’t‍‍‍ give up on‌⁠​ his ambition. Walking‌ straight into his‍​⁠ own grave…”

Ainar‍ clicked his tongue​⁠‍ at the question.⁠⁠‌

If‌‌ he trusted his‌​ guard that much—even⁠⁠​ if she was‍‌ a woman—maybe he⁠‌⁠ wasn’t entirely useless.‍

Maybe​‍ she had trained⁠ again and again‌‌ until she reached‌⁠‍ a level worthy⁠ of being called‍ a warrior.

But⁠ still, defeating everyone‍⁠ in a single⁠ blow?

‘Even‌⁠ if she were‍⁠​ fighting opponents one‍‍ or two levels‌ below her, under‌​ those conditions, it’s‍‍​ impossible.’

If​‍ she focused everything‍ into the first‌ attack, maybe it‍⁠ would work once⁠​‌ or twice.

But‌​ repeating the same​ method again and​‌⁠ again meant the‌ enemy would eventually‍‍ figure it out.‍‌

By‍⁠⁠ the third opponent,‍‍‌ they’d have countermeasures.​

The​ fourth would find‌ her weakness.

By‌⁠‌ the fifth or‌⁠‍ sixth, it wouldn’t​‍ work at all.​⁠‌

Unless‍ she changed her‍ fighting style each‍⁠ time—something impossible if​ she also had‍‌ to win with‌ one hit.

“Putting​‌⁠ too much trust​​ in a subordinate⁠​ ended up being​⁠ a noose around⁠ his own neck?”‍

“Trust?‍​‍ Don’t be ridiculous.‌​ He’s just an‍‍‍ idiot. A coward‌⁠ hiding behind a woman, now paying⁠⁠ the price.”

The⁠‌‌ one who spoke⁠ mockingly was Gormsen,​⁠ another contender and​ Ainar’s half-brother.

Unlike​⁠‌ the disappointed Ainar,⁠​ he seemed eager​​ to see Lucian’s​ head roll as‌​ soon as possible.⁠​⁠

“Better‌ this way. At​‌ least the sons⁠‍ of the dragon‌ won’t end up​‍‌ under the rule⁠‍ of a foreigner.⁠ My father will​ finally be able​​ to rest easy.”‍‍

“On⁠​‌ the other hand,‌ the Guide’s authority⁠​ will crumble. The​ moment the prophecy‌ fails, the trust​⁠ he’s built up‍⁠​ over decades will​ collapse.”

“Now⁠ you’re worried about⁠⁠⁠ that old man?‌⁠‍ The same one⁠ who always got​​‍ in the chief’s​ way?”

“It⁠ doesn’t matter what​ he thinks deep​⁠‍ down. His ability​ is needed in​⁠‌ this land. Don’t​‌ let power blind‍​‌ you to what’s‍ truly important.”

The⁠‌ gazes of the⁠‍​ two brothers clashed​‍‌ midair.

It‍‌​ wasn’t unusual for​⁠⁠ them to end​​‌ up arguing every⁠​​ time they talked.​​​

Normally​‌ they would have‌‍ exchanged more harsh​‍‌ words, but this​‍ time—unexpectedly—it was Gormsen​​ who withdrew first.⁠‌‍

“Bah,⁠‌ enough. You irritate‌​ me, but we⁠⁠‌ can’t keep fighting‌⁠ each other when​ there’s a foreigner‍⁠‌ meddling. Let’s take‌ that guy down‌‍ first.”

‘…So​⁠‍ united, yet they‍​​ stood back and‍‌⁠ watched as Brunda‍‌​ was nearly crippled?’​‍

Ainar​‌ swallowed the words⁠⁠‌ rising in his​‍ throat.

At⁠ the very least,⁠‍ he could understand​‌ their refusal to‍ hand the position​​‌ of chief to‍ an outsider.

It‍‍ was then that—​

“The‍‌⁠ king—no, the foreigner⁠⁠ is here!”

“The‌​‌ chief has arrived!”‍​‌

It⁠‌ wasn’t long before⁠‍‍ shouts rang out​ from both sides.‍​

Lucian​‌ and Ivar appeared⁠‍ almost simultaneously, as⁠‍ if coordinated, drawing​⁠ every eye.

For​​ Ivar, it could’ve​‌ been humiliating, but⁠‌ his expression remained‌​⁠ completely calm.

“Looks⁠​ like everyone’s here.⁠⁠⁠ Then there’s no​ need to drag‌‌‍ this out.”

Even‍ with the whole⁠ tribe watching, Ivar​ started the trial‍‍‍ without fanfare or‌‍ flowery speeches.

Then⁠ he glanced sideways‍‍​ at Lucian and⁠​⁠ said,

“Foreigner.⁠‌​ Will you stand⁠​ by the words​⁠ you spoke yesterday?”​⁠

“Of​ course. She will‍‌‍ fight as my⁠​‌ warrior.”

Lucian‌ responded without hesitation‍‌ and tilted his⁠‍⁠ head slightly.

At‍⁠‍ the same time,⁠‍ Felicia, who had​ remained behind until‍ now, stepped forward.‌​‍

When⁠​‍ it was confirmed⁠⁠ that a woman‌ really would be‌ participating as a warrior, murmurs rippled⁠ through the tribe.⁠⁠​

“It’s‍ true…? He really‌​​ sent out a woman!”

“What⁠ in the world⁠​ is that guy⁠‍ thinking?”

“He​ said he’d give‌ up his head​ if she didn’t‍⁠ win even once…”‍‍

“Well,‌‌⁠ gotta admit—he’s got⁠ guts.”

At​ the murmurs, Ivar’s⁠‌ smile deepened.

No​​ matter how skilled‍‌ she was, for‌‍ a woman to‍‍⁠ declare herself a warrior flew directly‍‍ in the face​ of tundra law.‍‌​

Even​ if she passed⁠​​ the trial, the‌ people’s revulsion wouldn’t‌⁠ vanish.

Without​ hiding his smirk,⁠‌ Ivar looked over⁠​ his sons.

“Which‌ of you will​⁠ go first? Who​‍ will show a warrior worthy of​ boasting?”

“I’ll​ take the first‍​‍ step.”

The‍‌ one who stepped⁠ forward without the‌‍​ slightest hesitation was⁠ Gormsen.

More​‍ precisely, it was⁠ Strad—his right-hand man‍‌ and maternal uncle.‌

A veteran warrior who‍⁠ had chosen to‌⁠ serve his nephew⁠‍ to help him‌‍‍ become chief.

He‍‍⁠ was among the​ ten strongest warriors‍ of the tribe—a‌ choice no one​​‍ could question.

“Good!⁠ Then, warriors—fight! Show‍ your strength and⁠​‌ reveal the worth‍ of the lord⁠‌ you serve!”

Despite‌⁠​ Ivar’s booming voice,‌​⁠ no member of⁠‍ the tribe responded⁠​ with excitement.

To⁠ them, this wasn’t​‍⁠ a duel between⁠​ warriors—it was a fight between a warrior and a woman.

It⁠ wasn’t thrilling, but‌‍ uncomfortable.

It⁠⁠ wasn’t awe-inspiring, but​⁠ unsettling.

Amid‌ the silence, Strad‍‍ spoke with a displeased look.

“Woman,​⁠​ don’t hold a grudge. All this‍‌‌ is your lord’s​⁠ recklessness.”

“Are​‌‌ you still alive?”‍‍

“What…?”⁠

“It’s‌ over. Stop talking‌‌ and die.”

“What‍⁠​ nonsense are yo—?”​‌⁠

Strad​⁠‌ frowned at the‍ incomprehensible words—then felt⁠‍‌ something wet on‍ his neck.

He⁠ instinctively reached up—‍⁠

Thick‌⁠‌ blood began to‍‌ drip onto his‍ hand.

Only‍‌ then did he‍ realize a long​​ gash had opened⁠‌‍ across his throat.⁠‌‌

“Grrhh—”‌‍

His​‌‍ voice hissed through‌ his throat like⁠⁠⁠ a whistle.

The‌ wound spread, wrapping​ around his entire⁠​ neck.

And‍ the moment Strad​⁠ could no longer‍ utter a sound—‌

His‌ severed head dropped‌‌‌ to the ground‍‌‍ with a dull​⁠‍ thud.

“……”⁠‌

“……”‌

The​​ onlookers blinked, unable⁠‌‌ to process the‍⁠‌ surreal scene.

What‌‍ had just happened?​​

There​ had been no‍‍‌ clash of blades,‌⁠​ and yet—a head​ had rolled.

As⁠‍​ everyone remained stunned,​‍ Felicia spoke calmly.‍‌‌

“Next?”​

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