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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 131

Chapter 131

“…I​‍ don’t know what‍‌ you’re suddenly talking​⁠⁠ about. Did you‌‍ ever say you‌‍ needed me?”

Marius‍‍ blinked, stunned.

He​ even tilted his‍‌⁠ head as if‌​ he truly didn’t‍‌ understand what this‍‍​ was about, to‌ the point that‌⁠ it almost seemed​ like he believed​ he’d been misunderstood.⁠

However,​‍ no matter how‌​ well he controlled⁠​ his expression, he‌‍ couldn’t hide the​ slight tremble at‍‍ the edge of⁠⁠‌ his brow.

“Still,​ don’t be so⁠ harsh. Do I seem that suspicious​ to you? I may not look‌ like it, but‍ I’m someone who‌ wants things to​⁠​ go well for​‌​ you.”

“I‌‍ suppose you found⁠‍‌ it amusing—some kid‍​‌ who knows no‌‌⁠ world outside the⁠‌‍ Empire. No matter​​ how capable he⁠‍​ is, he hasn’t⁠​‌ even lived twenty‍ years, so his⁠‍​ experience with the⁠​⁠ unexpected must be​⁠‍ limited.”

Lucian‌ didn’t respond to⁠ Marius’s words and​​​ murmured as if​ speaking to himself.⁠‍

“You⁠‍​ thought that, if‌ you left me‌‌ isolated and unsupported‍​‍ in foreign lands,⁠​​ I’d end up​‍ obeying your will,​⁠‌ whether I wanted⁠ to or not.‌ Because army or​​⁠ not, first you‌ have to survive.”‍​‍

“Hey!”‌⁠

“But‍​​ you know it​⁠‌ now too. From​​‌ the moment I arrived here, I haven’t needed to⁠ depend on you.”‌

Marius’s‍‍​ face twisted, as‍ if Lucian had‌ struck a nerve.‍⁠‌ Only then did‍​⁠ Lucian look him⁠ directly in the⁠⁠ eye and continue.‌⁠

“You​ already made a prophecy about me.‌‌ If you go​ back on it​​ now, your authority‍​​ crumbles. Whatever I do, you have‌‌⁠ no choice but‍⁠‌ to keep supporting‍‌ me.”

“…!”‍

“Meanwhile,⁠​ I have no​​​ reason to beg​‍‌ you for anything.⁠‌ All I need‍‌ to do is‍​ pass the trials‍‌ on my own,‌⁠ and protecting my‌‌ life isn’t hard.​‌ No—in fact, you’re‌⁠​ the one who’ll​​ need to worry⁠​ about keeping me​ alive.”

Because‍⁠ if I disappear,‍⁠‍ there’ll be no⁠‍‌ one left to‌​ fulfill your obsession.‍​

At‌ those words, Marius⁠ couldn’t refute anything⁠ and clenched his‍ fist tightly. There‌‍⁠ wasn’t a single‍‍ lie in what‌‌ Lucian had said.​‌‍

‘I⁠​ was a fool.’‌⁠

No‌‌‍ matter how much​‍ of a hero’s‍‌ star he was,⁠⁠⁠ he was still‌‌ just a boy‌‍⁠ who hadn’t even‍‌ turned twenty.

He‌‌ thought that if‍ he positioned himself​⁠ at Lucian’s side,‌⁠ like a wise‌‌‍ man next to‍​‌ a young sapling,⁠ it would be‍ enough to manipulate⁠‌ him.

Especially⁠‍ here, in a foreign land far⁠‍⁠ from the Empire,‌⁠ where Lucian would‌⁠‍ have no choice‌ but to rely‌‌‍ on him to​ survive.

But⁠⁠ once he peeled‍ back the surface,‌⁠ what lay underneath‍ wasn’t a budding‍⁠ hero—it was already‌​‍ a fully grown⁠ tree.

There⁠​ wasn’t even space‌​ to meddle in;‌‌ if anything, Marius​‍⁠ would have to‍‍⁠ beg to be⁠‌ allowed to rest​⁠ in its shade.‌​

‘But‌‌​ there was never​​ another way from‍‍ the start.’

Unlike⁠ Marius, who could‌⁠⁠ die of old‌​ age at any​​‍ moment, Lucian’s future⁠​ was bright.

Even​‍‌ if Marius made⁠‌‌ a scene to⁠ rebuild the magic⁠⁠⁠ tower, he wouldn’t‌‍⁠ get the slightest‍⁠‍ bit of help.⁠

For‍⁠⁠ Lucian, even if⁠‍‍ it took a longer path, it​‍‍ was better to⁠ build a solid‍ foundation of people‍‍ loyal to him.⁠⁠⁠

He‌ had no reason‍ to hastily rebuild​ the magic tower‌‍ just to fulfill⁠ the dying wish‌‍​ of an old⁠ mage he had‌‌‌ no special ties‌‍⁠ to.

‘So‍​ this is my‍​ last chance.’

Even‍⁠​ if it meant‌ turning Lucian against‌ him, he had‍‌‍ to obtain a card strong enough​ to move him.​

If​‍‍ he didn’t, he‌ would never live‍‌‌ to see the​ magic tower rebuilt.⁠⁠

He‌ knew he was​‌​ being a burden‌ to future generations,‍‍⁠ but obsession wasn’t⁠ something that could​‍⁠ be controlled by​⁠ reason.

Marius‍‍⁠ steeled himself and⁠⁠ looked at Lucian.​

“Fine,‍⁠ you’re right. I’m‌ no longer necessary​ to conquer the​‍‍ tundra. But just‌ once—on the next⁠​ trial—you will need‍‍ me.”

“The⁠​ next trial? Are‌‍ you saying you​‌ know what it​ is?”

“Of​ course I know.‌ At this point,‌‌ there’s only one⁠‌ thing Ivar could​ propose.”

Marius‍​‍ smiled coldly as‍​⁠ he held Lucian’s‍​‍ curious gaze.

“He’s⁠‍​ going to try⁠​‍ to tear you‌‍ apart with the‌‌ Heart of the‌⁠​ Dragon.”

***‌‍

Ainar,⁠⁠ the chief’s eldest⁠‌‌ son, respected his‌‌​ father Ivar.

It​ was true that​‍‍ Ivar was far​⁠ from a perfect⁠ warrior—he was obsessed‍ with power, couldn’t‌⁠‍ tolerate challenges, and​‌​ was so stubborn‍⁠ that he never‌ took back his‌‍​ words.

However,‍ despite all those‌⁠‌ flaws, Ivar was⁠‍‌ the strongest warrior⁠​‍ in the tundra‌​ and the most​ trusted chief.

‘There‌​‍ was a time‍ when I believed‌‍‌ my father was⁠ the strongest man​‍‍ in the world.’⁠⁠

Ainar‍​ gave a bitter​ smile as he⁠⁠ recalled the duel⁠ that had taken​​ place that very⁠‌ day. It was⁠⁠ a fight that‌‌⁠ completely shattered the⁠​​ image he had‌‍‌ held of the‌​ “strongest warrior.”

From‍ the fact that‍‌‍ the warrior had⁠‍​ been a woman,‍⁠ to the realization‍​‍ that a human⁠‌ being could reach⁠⁠ such a level—‌⁠​

Everything​⁠‌ had been a new shock, and‍ naturally, his father⁠ had fallen beneath‌‍ her.

Even​ so, the respect⁠⁠‍ Ainar felt for⁠‍‍ his father hadn’t​ diminished. Since childhood,‍‌​ he had watched‌‌ him reign from⁠ the top of​ the mountain.

That​⁠​ there might be‍‌ someone even higher​‍ among the clouds‍‌‌ wasn’t a reason​‌‍ to lose respect‌‌⁠ already given, but‍ simply to admire‌‍‍ someone else.

However,‍‌⁠ even Ainar’s respect‍‍‍ began to waver.⁠

“What‍​ did you just‍ say?”

“Didn’t​‍‌ you hear? I said I’ll give‍ you fragments of‍⁠ the dragon’s heart.”‌

“Fragments…?”‌‍​

Ainar⁠ stared at his‍‌ father, unable to⁠⁠ go on.

Only‌​⁠ the chief could​​ approach the dragon’s⁠‍‌ heart.

No‍‌ one else was‌ allowed to enter‌ the sanctuary.

And‌ yet, Ivar was‍ about to break‍‍⁠ that tribal law⁠​ with alarming ease.⁠‍⁠

“Tomorrow‌‍ I plan to‌​ let them into‌ the sanctuary, under‍ the pretense of‍ checking whether the‍​ dragon’s heart accepts‌ their presence or​ not. You’ll enter‍⁠ the sanctuary and‍ absorb the power⁠⁠ contained in one‍‍‌ of the dragon’s​ fragments.”

“Wait​‍⁠ a moment, hold‍ on. What do‍⁠‍ you mean? Absorb?”⁠‍‌

“There‌⁠‌ is still dragon‌‌ power left in‍‍⁠ the heart of‍⁠ the dragon. It’s⁠‍⁠ so massive that‍⁠ absorbing it entirely⁠ is impossible, but‍ you can take‌​ a very small‌‍​ portion.”

“And⁠‌ how do you‍ know that, Father?”‍​

“Because‌‌‌ I also took‌⁠‌ power from the‍‍‌ dragon’s heart in‍ the past.”

“…!”‌

Ainar‌⁠‌ felt as if‍​ he’d been struck‌‌​ on the head‍‌‌ with a hammer.‌​

Wasn’t‌⁠​ the heart of⁠‍ the dragon just‍⁠‍ a sacred relic​ guarded to honor⁠‌‍ the ancestors?

“Don’t‍ get the wrong​‌ idea. The dragon’s​ heart only became‌​ usable in my⁠ generation. The previous⁠‌⁠ ancestors didn’t even​ know how to⁠⁠​ use it.”

“‘How‍ to use it’…?⁠‌‍ What happens when⁠​ you take a fragment of the​‌​ dragon?”

“You‍ gain unmatched power.‍‌ You become more⁠‍ resilient, faster, and​‍‍ stronger than anyone​ else. Of course,‌‍​ only if you‌ take the right‌​ amount. If you​‍ get too greedy,‍‌ the body can’t‌⁠‌ handle it and​⁠ shatters.”

After⁠‌ saying that, Ivar‍‌ fell silent for​‍​ a moment with‍⁠‌ a complicated expression​‌‌ and muttered,

“Come​ to think of​ it, I misspoke.​ It would be‌⁠⁠ more accurate to‍​ say you become‍‍⁠ stronger than anyone—except‌‌​ for a handful‍ of monsters.”

Ainar‍‌ understood that Ivar‌ was thinking of‌⁠ Felicia, just as​​‍ he was.

Thinking‍⁠‌ he was the​ strongest warrior after​‍‍ even gaining a fragment of the‌​ dragon, and now‌ surpassed by a woman younger than‌‍ his own son—he​‍ seemed to find⁠ that bitter.

But​‌‌ Ainar didn’t feel‍‌‌ the slightest sympathy⁠⁠ for his father.​⁠‍

If‌⁠​ it were power​⁠ gained through one’s‍‍​ own efforts, maybe.‌‌ But what bitterness‍​ could there be⁠‌‍ for someone who​⁠‌ had stolen power‍​ from a dragon’s‌ remains?

“Father.”‍‌‍

“Don’t​‍‌ say anything.”

Ivar⁠⁠ cut him off⁠​⁠ in a sharp⁠ voice.

“You’ve​​ always been a rigid man. Too⁠​ obsessed with the​⁠​ rules. Obviously, my‍ proposal doesn’t sit‌⁠⁠ well with you⁠⁠⁠ either.”

“Even⁠‍⁠ knowing that, you‌​‍ came to me.”​⁠‍

“I⁠‍⁠ am the chief‌⁠ of the tribe.‍​ Using all possible​​ means for the​⁠ safety of these‌ lands is my⁠ duty. I can’t‌‍​ hand this territory​‍⁠ over to a foreigner just to‍​ protect your pride.”⁠​

“That…!”​‌

“I’ve‍ already told Brunda.”⁠

Ainar‍​‍ froze.

Brunda,‍ though better than‌ Gormsen, wasn’t particularly‍‍ attached to honor⁠‌ either; he tended​ to prioritize practical⁠‍⁠ benefit.

If⁠​ Ivar had spoken‍‌​ to him about‌ gaining power from​‌ the dragon’s fragment,⁠‌ he would accept‍⁠⁠ without hesitation.

No⁠ matter how much​‍ Ainar tried to⁠‌ protect honor alone,‍‌ it would be​⁠ meaningless.

“If‍ you don’t want‌‌ to listen to‌​‌ me, do as​‍​ you please. But‍ in that case,⁠ don’t you dare‍​‌ touch the dragon’s⁠⁠‌ heart. The moment‍‌​ you mishandle it,‌⁠ that overwhelming power⁠ will tear your‍‌​ body to pieces.”​⁠

“Huff…”‍‍

A short sigh escaped‍‌​ Ainar’s lips.

It​⁠⁠ wasn’t hard to​⁠‍ get drunk on‌‌ the illusion of‌‍ having protected honor⁠​‌ alone. But if⁠​ he did that,⁠⁠ the position of⁠‍‌ chief would undoubtedly​‌‍ fall to Brunda.‍⁠​

And‍​‍ what future awaited‍​ the tribe if​​ Brunda, who would⁠ accept this proposal⁠‍⁠ without a second‌⁠ thought, ended up‍​ ruling?

‘Do‌‌ I really have‍ no choice but‌ to swallow this⁠‍​ humiliation for the‌​ tribe’s sake…?’

Ainar⁠​ gave a bitter‌​ smile as he⁠​ reflected on his​‌ own thoughts.

Even⁠⁠‍ he didn’t know⁠​⁠ if that was​​‌ sincerity or just‍‍ an excuse.

After⁠ making a decision,⁠ he looked Ivar​‍ in the eyes.​⁠

“Tell‌ me the method.”​

At‍⁠ his eldest son’s‌⁠‍ satisfactory answer, Ivar‌⁠ smiled with smug⁠‌⁠ satisfaction.

“First…”​​

***​​

“Manipulate‍‍⁠ the artifact in​‍ a specific way‍‍‍ to regulate the‍​‌ mana being released,‌ and then absorb​ it, huh…?”

Back‌​‍ at Gunstein’s house,‍⁠⁠ Lucian repeated in​ a low voice‍‌⁠ the method Marius‍ had explained to‌‍ him.

According‌ to Marius, if​ the mana was​ regulated that way,⁠⁠​ you could absorb‍‌⁠ just the right‌‌ amount and gain‍​‌ benefits without risk.‍​

He‍‌ had also insisted‌‍‌ that if the​‌⁠ artifact wasn’t handled⁠‌ properly, the mana​‍ would go out‍ of control and‌​‌ the body would‍ explode, so adjusting‌⁠ it was essential.⁠‌‌

— What Ivar took​ was, at most,‌​​ the residual mana​ on the surface‍⁠ of the dragon’s‍ heart. But with​⁠⁠ this method, you‍ can store a huge amount of‌​‍ mana inside your​ body and use⁠​ it whenever you‍ want. To put​ it simply, it’s⁠⁠‍ like keeping a gigantic spiritual pill‌​ inside you.

If‌​ everything went as‍‍‍ Marius claimed, Lucian‍‌ would become several‌ times stronger than​​‍ he was now.⁠​

The‍ problem was how⁠⁠‌ much he could‍‍ trust Marius.

“Hugo,⁠‍ Felicia. What do‌‍‍ you two think‍‍ about what that⁠ old man said?”⁠⁠​

“He’s‌⁠ not someone to‍ be trusted.”

“He’s‌⁠ suspicious.”

Both‍ responded almost at‌ the same time​ and then explained‌‌​ their reasons one​ after another.

“If‍ he’d said we​⁠‍ should use the⁠‍ same method as‌​ the tribal chief,⁠⁠​ I might’ve believed‍​‌ it. But suggesting⁠​‌ a different method‍ and claiming it’s‍‍ better—doesn’t that seem‍‍⁠ strange?”

“If​‍​ Your Majesty follows‍‌ the advice of​‌ a mage and‌ side effects appear,‍‍ he’ll have to‍⁠‌ depend on that⁠⁠‍ mage even to‍​‍ recover. Maybe that’s‌⁠⁠ what he’s after.”‍‌⁠

Upon‌‍​ hearing them speak​​ ill of their​ master, Helen and​‌​ Colin’s faces flushed,‍‌​ but they couldn’t‌‍ refute anything.

Even⁠​‌ the disciples no‍ longer knew what‍​ their master was​‌⁠ really thinking.

Lucian‍​​ let out a soft chuckle and⁠ nodded at their‌​ observations.

“You’re⁠ right. It seems⁠​ he tried to‍‍⁠ stir up my​​ greed in his⁠​​ own way, but⁠⁠ he made too​ many mistakes in‍ how he spoke.⁠⁠ All he managed⁠ to do was‌ make me feel⁠‌ even more uneasy.”​

To‍‍​ condense inside the‌‍⁠ body an energy⁠ capable of making⁠​‌ a person explode—​⁠‍

There​‍‌ was no guarantee​ such a massive⁠‍‌ mass of mana​⁠⁠ would remain stable‍ indefinitely.

If‌ it burst all⁠‌​ at once, the‌⁠ body would explode;‍‌ and even if⁠ it was released​​‌ gradually, the pain​ of torn mana‌​ channels would make‌‌ anyone writhe in‌ agony.

A normal person didn’t‌​ have channels wide‍ or strong enough‌​‌ to withstand such‍​‍ power.

But‌‍ Lucian was far​‍‍ from normal.

“Raymond,‌​ what do you​⁠ think?”

At‍‍‌ Lucian’s question, Raymond,​⁠‍ who had remained​‍⁠ silent until then,‍ burst out laughing.‍‍

“Congratulations,⁠ Your Majesty. You’ve​‌ finally found something‌ to replace the⁠​⁠ nectar that was‍ lost back then.”‌​

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