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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Common‍‍ sense is a set of prejudices⁠‌ that chains people,⁠ but it also‍‍ constitutes order.

That’s​‌ why, when someone​​ tries to break‌ it, people instinctively⁠‌ react with rejection.‌

They​⁠ don’t want to‌​ see the order‍ they’ve believed in‌⁠ until now crumble.​‌

But⁠​‍ that only happens​⁠⁠ when someone tries⁠‌ to break common‌​​ sense with insufficient⁠ power.

When⁠‌ something overwhelming shatters⁠⁠ it head-on, what‌⁠⁠ arises is reverence.⁠⁠

In‌‌ the eyes of⁠ the tribe members,‍‌‌ Felicia clearly belonged⁠‍‌ to the latter‍​ case.

“Is​ that person the⁠‌ great warrior of‍​ the king?”

“How⁠‍​ disrespectful! Bow your⁠ heads!”

Seeing‌ Felicia walking beside‍ Lucian, the members⁠‍​ of the tribe‌‌⁠ knelt in unison.‌

Before,​​ all eyes had‍ been focused solely‍‍​ on Lucian; now,​ it even seemed⁠⁠⁠ that Felicia drew‍ more attention than⁠ he did.

At⁠‌‍ the wave of‍ reverence, Lucian smiled‍ slightly and said.⁠​⁠

“So?‍ How does it‌⁠​ feel to be‌ worshipped as the‍ strongest warrior?”

“To‍‍ be honest, it⁠ feels a little‌⁠ strange. If they’re‌‌ going to pay​ homage, it should⁠‍‍ be to Your‌‌ Majesty…”

“I’m‌ receiving plenty too.​ Look.”

Lucian⁠ gestured with his​⁠ chin toward the‌‌ members of the‌⁠ tribe, who were​⁠ bowing not only⁠‌ to Felicia but⁠‍ also to him.⁠

A powerful warrior, on‌⁠​ their own, has⁠​​ the qualification to‌ be a sovereign.‌‌⁠

And‍ if they’re the⁠​ sovereign chosen by​ the strongest warrior,‌‌ it’s only natural‍⁠‌ to think that‍‌‍ they’re just as⁠​ extraordinary—or even more.‌⁠

“Well,​‌ although not as​‌‍ much as you,⁠ who are famous‌‍ as the strongest​ warrior.”

“I’m⁠⁠ sorry.”

“Sorry​​ for what? That’s​⁠ enough—don’t burden yourself⁠​ with unnecessary pressure⁠ and enjoy it.​‍ It’s a sight‌‍ you changed yourself‍⁠​ through pure skill.”​

Felicia​⁠ wore an awkward⁠ expression at Lucian’s‌ words, but couldn’t‍‌ hide the slight​‍⁠ blush on her‍ cheeks.

Because‌‌ she was a woman, she had‍⁠ been scorned by⁠‍‌ her own father‍‌‍ and her talent⁠‍ had been doubted.​⁠‍

And⁠​‌ now, with nothing‌‍ but her swordsmanship,‌ she had destroyed​‌ the common belief‍⁠‌ that a woman⁠‌ couldn’t be a warrior.

It⁠​ was true that‌⁠​ it was overwhelming,‍​ but she also‌‌‍ felt a strange‍‍‌ joy and satisfaction‌⁠‌ deep in her⁠ chest.

“…Even‍ so, it’s not​ good for me⁠​ to be receiving‍‍ more attention than⁠​ Your Majesty. Not‍​ just for my​⁠​ sake, but also⁠​ from a political​‍ standpoint.”

“It’s⁠⁠⁠ fine. In any‌‌‍ case, I plan⁠ to make an​⁠ even greater impact⁠​​ today.”

Lucian​‍‍ had no intention‌⁠‌ of letting the⁠ situation continue like⁠‌‌ this either.

That‍​⁠ Felicia stood out‌ was a source​‍⁠ of pride, but‍⁠⁠ becoming a sovereign‍​ overshadowed by his‌‍ own vassal was‌ another matter.

In⁠​ today’s second trial,‌ Lucian planned to​⁠ display a presence‌‍ as impactful as‌‍​ Felicia’s, so the​​​ tundra tribes would‍‌‍ understand what kind‍​ of being was‌ the sovereign of‌‌⁠ that warrior.

“They’ve⁠ arrived.”

When‍‌ Lucian reached the‌​⁠ chief’s dwelling, Ivar—already​ waiting—muttered quietly.

For‌ someone who couldn’t⁠​ even properly declare‌ the end of​​⁠ the first trial,⁠ he looked quite⁠‍ calm.

“Since⁠‌⁠ everyone is here,⁠⁠ I will announce​‍‌ the content of‍‍ the second trial.”​‌​

After‌ glancing at Ainar,​‍ Brunda, and Lucian,​ Ivar raised his‌‌ voice so the​ entire tribe could⁠​ hear.

“The‌​⁠ second trial will⁠​⁠ be entrusted to‍‌ our great ancestor‌ who rests in‌⁠ the sanctuary. The‌ heart of the‍⁠ dragon will judge‌ for itself who⁠‌‍ has the right‌‌​ to challenge for⁠‌⁠ the position of‍ next chief!”

“…!?”‍⁠‍

At⁠‌ Ivar’s declaration, the⁠ tribe members flinched.​‌​

It⁠ was already surprising‍ to allow anyone‍ but the chief‌⁠ to enter the‍​ sanctuary—but to entrust‍⁠ the trial to‍‌ the heart?

“Chief,‌⁠⁠ what do you‍‌​ mean? Is the⁠‌ heart of the​​​ dragon going to⁠ choose someone on​⁠​ its own?”

“That’s⁠​‌ right.”

“Huh?”​‍‌

“The‌‍⁠ heart of the​‌ dragon is alive.​​⁠ It even has​ the will to‌‍ judge whether the‌ one who touches​ it is a true warrior or‍​‍ a vile wretch.”‍‌‌

“…!?”​‌‍

Faced‌​ with a revelation​​ they had never‍‍⁠ heard before, the​ tribe members looked‌ at each other‌⁠ in shock.

Until⁠‌ now, they had‌ believed the heart⁠‍​ of the dragon⁠​‌ was merely a sacred relic to⁠ honor the ancestors.⁠‍

To‌⁠​ say that the​‌‌ heart itself breathed,​‌ had will, and‍​‌ judged warriors?

To‍​ the confused tribe⁠⁠ members, Ivar continued​‍‍ explaining calmly.

“The​‌ heart of the‍‍ dragon holds infinite​‌‌ power. If someone‍​ is qualified, they‍‍‌ receive that power⁠⁠​ upon touching it.‌ But if they​​‍ are not, their⁠​ body explodes and⁠​ they die instantly.”‌

According‌ to Ivar, the⁠ heart’s judgment and​⁠‌ the position of‍ chief were not⁠⁠ directly related.

That’s‍‌⁠ why previous chiefs‍​ had never touched‍⁠‌ the heart. Gaining⁠​ power would be‍⁠ ideal, but the‍‌‌ possibility of rejection⁠ was clear.

“But‌ I took that‌⁠‌ risk and asked‍ the heart of⁠ the dragon if‌‌‍ I was qualified.⁠‌​ And the heart⁠‌ judged me worthy‌‍⁠ and granted me​‍ power. This power‍⁠ you all know!”⁠​

Whooosh.​

Along‌ with a harsh‍‌ wind, a flame-like⁠‍ glow flickered around​⁠ Ivar’s body.

When‌‍‍ the scorching heat​‌ mixed with the⁠‍‌ wind and brushed‍ against the tribe‍⁠⁠ members, they all⁠‌​ flinched.

“The​ blue dragon’s flames…!”‍

“So​‌ that power came‍‍⁠ from the heart?”‌​

“Wasn’t‌⁠‌ it a blessing​‍ exclusive to the⁠ chief?”

Lucian​​ glanced once at‍ the murmuring tribe‌‌ members, agitated all‌​ around.

From​⁠ their reactions, it‍​​ seemed they knew‍⁠‍ of the power’s‌‌ existence, but not‌⁠ that it came‍ from the heart.‍⁠​

‘Interesting.⁠⁠​ So that’s the‌ energy that emanates​⁠ from the dragon’s‍⁠‍ heart?’

The​⁠‍ energy being released‌ was extremely crude.‌

If⁠‌ Felicia’s was like⁠‌ a finely carved⁠‌ sculpture, Ivar’s was⁠​​ like firewood chopped⁠‌ haphazardly with an‍ axe.

Even​‍ so, the strange‌⁠ shape of that‍ energy and the⁠ heat it emitted​‍ were enough to⁠ suggest it was‌⁠ something special.

‘All‍‌ well and good,​ but it’s like‍ giving pearls to​​​ a pig. With‍‍ a user like‍⁠ that, there’s no​‌ way to grasp‌‌‌ its true value⁠⁠ without testing it‌ directly.’

Even⁠‌ the mightiest power‍‍ is useless in‍ the hands of‌​ someone who doesn’t‍⁠ know how to‌ wield it.

Since‌ Ivar could only‌‍⁠ release energy, nothing‍ stood out beyond‌‍​ the heat it‍ carried.

What‍ would happen if‍​ that energy were⁠ properly refined through‌ circulation and sword⁠ techniques?

While⁠‍‍ Lucian pondered, Ivar’s‍⁠⁠ voice once again‌⁠ reached his ears.​

“I’ve‍⁠‌ kept this hidden​​ until now. The‌⁠⁠ moment it became‍ known, people without‍‍ qualification and full‍ of greed would‌⁠ flock to the‍‍​ sanctuary. We can’t​‍‌ allow the place‍ where the dragon’s⁠‍ heart sleeps to⁠‌​ be stained with​‍​ blood and flesh,​ can we?”

“T-then,‍‌ why reveal it‌ now, right here?”‌

“Because‌​‌ a foreigner has‌ challenged the position⁠‌ of chief.”

At‍⁠ the word foreigner,⁠⁠‌ the eyes of​‌ the tribe members⁠​ immediately turned to⁠‌‍ Lucian. Ivar glared‌‍ at him and​ said.

“Following‍ tradition, I granted‍ him the right‌‍‍ of succession. But‍‌ is it truly​ right for someone‌​ from distant lands‌ to rule over‍ us? Is he​​ really qualified? Should‍​ he even have​‌ been granted the⁠‌⁠ right to challenge?”‍

“……”‌​

No‍‌ one could answer‌‍‍ Ivar’s questions. It‌ was the first⁠‌ time a foreigner‍ had challenged for​​ the position of​⁠‌ chief.

Before​ even judging whether​​ it was right​‌​ or wrong, there‍ was simply no⁠‌ precedent.

“I‌‍⁠ don’t know the⁠ answer either. That’s‍⁠ why I want⁠‍ to ask the‌‌ heart of our‍​ great ancestor. Today,⁠​ you will witness‍‌ with your own‍ eyes the dragon’s⁠‍⁠ judgment. You will⁠‌ see who—between this​‌ foreigner and my‌ sons—is more worthy‌‌ of becoming chief!”‍‌‌

At​‍‌ Ivar’s powerful proclamation,⁠⁠ the tribe members‍ nodded in agreement.​⁠

If​ the heart of​ the dragon truly​‌⁠ possessed its own​‍ will, there could‌ be no fairer​ judgment than that.‍‌‍

But‌​‌ to Lucian, those⁠‍‍ words only prompted‌​‌ a mocking smile.​

‘The⁠‌ dragon’s judgment, my‌‌​ ass. If you‌ meet the conditions,​‌‍ you get the‌ power—simple as that.’‌

Ivar’s​ intentions were obvious.​​⁠

He⁠⁠‌ would use the⁠ opportunity to cover‍​‌ up the fact‍‌ that he had⁠‍ touched the dragon’s⁠​​ heart and simultaneously⁠ sanctify himself and⁠‍‍ his bloodline.

And⁠ if Lucian exploded‍‌⁠ and died, it‍⁠‍ would open the‍‌ tribe’s eyes.

If‌‌​ everything went as‌‍⁠ planned, he couldn’t​ ask for a better outcome.

However,⁠ Ivar was overlooking⁠‌⁠ one crucial detail—the‌ possibility that Lucian,⁠ even as a foreigner, would be​ acknowledged by the‌ dragon.

When‍‍⁠ that man shined​​‍ even more brightly​⁠‍ than the chief’s​‍​ sons—born of the⁠​ steppes—Lucian was genuinely‌ curious to see‌​⁠ how that tyrant⁠​‍ would react.

***⁠‌​

After⁠ finishing his speech,​‍ Ivar led his⁠⁠ two sons and​ Lucian toward the⁠‍ tribe’s sanctuary.

The‍⁠​ tribe members followed​ them in a crowd, like a flock of chicks.⁠‌​

Judging​ by how they​ moved without any‌‌ travel preparations, the⁠‍​ sanctuary couldn’t be‌ very far.

And‌ indeed, after climbing‍‌ a few hills‌‌ guided by Ivar,‍ they arrived at‍ the place.

“We’re⁠‌ here.”

“…A‍⁠⁠ hut?”

At‌‌‌ Ivar’s declaration, Lucian​ was left speechless.​‍

The‌ place they called‍⁠ a sanctuary was​‌​ nothing more than‍‍‍ a shabby little​⁠‍ hut.

It‌‍ was absurd enough⁠‍ that it was‍⁠ just a shack,‌ but its condition​ was even more‌​ unbelievable.

It‌⁠​ looked so old⁠⁠ that a simple‍ push might cause⁠ it to collapse.⁠‌⁠

However,‌​‌ aside from Lucian’s‌⁠ group, no one​ seemed to find‌‍ it strange; everyone‍‌ maintained solemn expressions.‌

“Stop⁠‍ here. From this​ point on, only⁠ those who have‍ been authorized may⁠ proceed.”

With‍⁠‍ a solemn declaration,⁠​ Ivar raised his‌‍‍ hand to block​‍ the way. Then⁠ he pointed only‌ to his two​ sons and to‍⁠‍ Lucian, signaling them‌ to move forward.‌⁠

Lucian​ felt a strange⁠‍ discomfort at such​⁠⁠ reverence toward a miserable-looking hut, but‌ he still stepped⁠ forward.

Whoosh.​‍

“……!”‌

At​ that moment, a light pressure, as‍‌ if he had​‌ submerged underwater, pressed‍​‍ against Lucian’s body.‍

He‌ was surprised only⁠ for a moment,‌‌ immediately understanding what⁠⁠​ it was.

‘Is​ this… residual mana?’​​

A trace left behind⁠ temporarily when a massive amount of⁠⁠ mana is released‍‍‌ in combat.

Similar⁠​‌ to embers that‌⁠⁠ linger for a while after a campfire is extinguished.⁠‌‍

Normally,⁠‍‍ it disappears quickly,​ leaving only a faint sense of⁠ oddness.

But​‍ the residue here⁠ showed no signs⁠​ of dissipating and‌‍ was so powerful⁠⁠⁠ it felt like​​​ actual pressure.

‘And⁠‌ all this just​‌ from the heart?‍ Not even the​‌ whole dragon—just the‌‍‍ heart—and it still‍ emits such tremendous‍ energy.’

Lucian‌ clicked his tongue‌‌⁠ unconsciously. At the​‌‍ same time, he‍​⁠ understood why they‍⁠‌ had turned that‍⁠ hut into a sanctuary.

No‌‍ matter how shabby‍ it looked, getting​ close revealed such‍ an overwhelming force⁠ that anyone would⁠​​ feel compelled to​‍​ revere it.

“Stop.”‌

When‌ the three had‌⁠​ advanced halfway, Ivar,‌ standing at the⁠ hut’s entrance, spoke⁠‍‍ softly. It was‍ the signal that‌​ they should enter⁠‌⁠ one by one.​

Without​‍ asking who would⁠‍ go first, Ivar​⁠​ already seemed to​ have decided the‍ order.

“Ainar.”‍‍

“Yes.”​‌‌

Ainar,​ called by his‌⁠ father, resumed walking‌ and entered the‌ hut through the‌‍⁠ door Ivar personally⁠ opened for him.⁠‌

Lucian​​ crossed his arms‌‌‌ and waited in⁠⁠ silence.

Whooosh.‍​​

‘What‍ is this?’

After‍‍‌ more than ten‍ minutes, a gentle⁠‌ warmth tickled Lucian’s⁠‌‍ entire body.

At‍ the same time,‍​‍ the pressure in⁠‌ the air shifted‌ slightly, like a wave.

Just‍⁠ as he felt‍ something had changed,‍⁠ the hut’s door​​‍ opened.

“Th-the‍‍ blue flame! It’s‌ the dragon’s power!”‍‌

“The‌⁠⁠ dragon has acknowledged​⁠ Ainar!”

The​‌‍ tribe members, watching‌ from behind, shouted⁠ in surprise.

Just‍⁠‌ as they said,​⁠ Ainar was wrapped⁠⁠⁠ in a mist‍ shaped like blue⁠ flames—the same as‍‌‌ what Ivar had⁠ shown before.

Seeing‍‌‍ Ainar emerge with‌ a somewhat tired⁠‌⁠ expression, Ivar smiled‍⁠‌ faintly.

“Well⁠ done.”

At⁠ his father’s praise,‌‌‍ Ainar gave a slight nod and‍ stepped away from⁠ the sanctuary.

Despite⁠​ having received the⁠⁠‍ dragon’s heart’s power,‍​ he didn’t seem⁠⁠ happy. Rather, he​ avoided Lucian’s gaze,​‌​ as if he⁠ felt guilty.

‘What’s‌ wrong with him?’‍​‍

Lucian‍ felt curious but​ knew this wasn’t‍‍​ the time to‍ ask questions.

As​⁠ soon as Ainar‌ stepped away, Ivar‍​​ called the next‌ name.

“Brunda.”‌‌​

“Yes.”‌​‍

Brunda⁠ stepped forward with‌​ a determined look.‍⁠​ Perhaps he felt​‍ pressured having come‍ after his older⁠‍ brother.

However,⁠ it wasn’t long‌‍ before Brunda also‍⁠ exited the hut​ with a confident‌​ expression, wrapped in​ the same blue​​‍ flame mist.

“Brunda‌‍ also received the⁠ dragon’s power!”

“They​⁠⁠ were both chosen!”⁠‌⁠

The‍ tribe’s gazes now‌⁠ focused on the​‍ only one left‍ Lucian. Two candidates‌ born in the⁠⁠ steppes had been​‍‌ accepted.

What​‍‍ would happen with​ the one from‍ distant lands?

“…Foreigner.”‌‌‌

With‌⁠‍ a clearly reluctant⁠ tone, Ivar called⁠⁠‌ Lucian. At such​‌​ open hostility, Lucian⁠ chuckled mockingly and⁠‌​ stepped forward.

When⁠‍‍ he reached the⁠ hut, Ivar whispered​ in his ear.​⁠⁠

“There’s​​⁠ still time to⁠ give up and‌ return to your‍ homeland. A thief⁠⁠ who tries to⁠ steal a treasure‌⁠‍ with an owner⁠ always ends up⁠⁠ miserable.”

“We’ll​ see who the⁠⁠ thief is, and‍​⁠ who the real‍⁠ owner is.”

With⁠‍ a mysterious smile,​⁠ Lucian brushed past‌⁠​ Ivar and entered‍ the hut.

But⁠‌⁠ unlike the two‌⁠ sons, Lucian didn’t⁠⁠‌ come out, no‌ matter how much‌⁠⁠ time passed.

After​ a tense wait,​​‌ a sudden explosion‍‍​ shook the hut.‍

With​‍⁠ the crash, the⁠‍‌ ground trembled, and⁠​ the shack jolted⁠‌ violently, as if​ it might collapse‍ at any moment.‍‌‍

At‌‍​ the sight, Ivar​ gave a viscous⁠ smile and turned​‌ to the tribe.‌‍

“See!‌ The dragon’s wrath​ has fallen upon​‍ that foreigner who⁠‌​ didn’t know his⁠ place…!”

Boom!​‌‍

Before​ he could finish,⁠‍‍ an explosion erupted‌‌​ at the very‍⁠ center of the‌‍‌ sanctuary that housed⁠ the dragon’s heart.‍⁠

The​‌‍ hut—guardian of a thousand-year tradition—shattered, and‌ from the wreckage‍ emerged Lucian.

Wreathed‌ in colossal blue‍ flames that seemed⁠‌‍ to reach the‍ sky.

With‍⁠ all eyes fixed⁠‍ on him, Lucian‍⁠ tilted his chin​ and said to⁠​​ Ivar.

“So​⁠‌ what were you‍ saying about the⁠​ dragon’s wrath?”

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