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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 133

Chapter 133

The​ first impression Lucian‌⁠ had upon entering⁠‌‌ the hut was‍​‌ one of oppression.​

A magical energy so‍​ heavy it almost‍⁠​ took his breath⁠‌ away pressed down‌‌ on his entire‍ body.

‘It‌ was already noticeable‍​⁠ from outside, but‍ it’s much worse⁠ in here.’

Lucian⁠​ exhaled deeply, as‌‌ if breathing underwater,​‌ and then raised‌‍‌ his head.

The‍​ interior was narrow,‍ so the object⁠⁠​ he was looking‌​‌ for appeared immediately—a⁠ red stone placed‍⁠‍ at the center⁠‍ and, beneath it,‌ a strange connected⁠ device.

Without​​ a doubt, they​​⁠ were the dragon’s⁠ heart and the‍‍ artifact he had‌ heard about.

‘Wow⁠​‌ when they said⁠‌ heart, I thought⁠‍‌ it’d be beating,⁠‍⁠ but it looks‌‍ surprisingly normal.’

The‌⁠ dragon’s heart didn’t‍‌ resemble that of⁠‍​ a living being,⁠‌⁠ but rather a smooth stone.

It⁠⁠ was somewhat like⁠⁠‍ a mineral, yet‌ it brimmed with‌​‌ a vitality impossible‌⁠ to find in​ an ordinary rock.⁠

If​ a stone could‍ harbor life and⁠‌ breathe, it would‌⁠ probably feel like‍‍ this.

‘I’d‌ like to observe‍ it a bit‌⁠‌ more, but there’s‍ no time. I’ll⁠‍ save that for​‌ later.’

For‌​‌ now, the priority​ was to absorb‌‍ the power residing​‌ in the dragon’s‌ heart.

Recalling⁠ Marius’s words, Lucian⁠​⁠ lowered his gaze​‍ to the pedestal.‍

First,⁠⁠ he had to‍‌⁠ adjust the artifact⁠‌⁠ as instructed so‌⁠‍ the absorption would⁠‍‍ be possible.

As‍​​ he leaned in‌ to manipulate the‌ device, Lucian was‍‌‌ startled.

‘…Isn’t​‍ this exactly like‍‌ the White Fortress’s‍ defense mechanism?’

Although‌​‌ its shape was​‌ slightly different, the‍‌ spherical structure with‍⁠‌ multiple engravings fitted‌ like puzzle pieces‍ was identical.

Even⁠⁠⁠ the symbols differed‌⁠⁠ only in small‍‍⁠ details, to the‍‍ point they could⁠​ be matched with​ each other.

That​ meant this artifact‌ was probably operated‍⁠‍ similarly to the⁠‍‍ White Fortress’s defensive‍​⁠ system.

‘If‌‍ I do this‌⁠‍ right… couldn’t I detach this dragon’s⁠‍‌ heart and use‌ it somewhere else?’‌​‍

Keeping​‍ the dragon’s heart⁠​ connected but unused​​ was nothing short‌ of a waste.‌

They‌‍ had left it‌⁠​ like that because‌‍ they didn’t know​‍ other methods of⁠‌​ use nor how⁠‌ to separate it.‌

But‍‍ if Lucian managed‌​ to extract it‌⁠ and adapt it​⁠‌ to another device,​⁠​ what would happen​⁠ then?

It⁠‌‌ might not be​ limited to being⁠​‌ a powerful weapon‍⁠‌ but could be​ used in many‍ other ways.

‘After‌​​ subduing this tribe,‍‍‌ I’ll have to⁠⁠‌ call Colin and⁠ get him to‌​ research it.’

Suppressing‌‌⁠ his excitement, Lucian‌‍⁠ began to carefully‍​ manipulate the artifact’s‍​ controls.

When⁠​‍ he moved the‍⁠ mechanism in the‌ order Marius had‍‍ explained, a faint⁠ light flickered in⁠ the artifact.

At‍​‍ the same time,⁠‌​ the dragon’s heart‌ began to slowly‍​‌ rotate atop it.​‌

After‍ taking a deep​ breath once more,​‍ Lucian gripped the⁠‍ dragon’s heart with⁠⁠ both hands.

Whooosh⁠​

“…!”⁠

A violent current, unlike⁠ anything he’d ever​‍ experienced, shook him,‌ forcing his eyes‍​​ wide open.

***‍‍

“Why⁠⁠‍ the hell did​ they build that⁠ damn sanctuary in‌‌​ a place like‍⁠ this, making this‌⁠ old man suffer?”​

Marius‌‌​ was heading toward⁠‍ the sanctuary with​​ a slight delay,⁠​⁠ tapping his lower​⁠ back.

From‌​⁠ the start, he​‍‌ had decided to​⁠ move a bit⁠​ later to avoid‌​ raising suspicion with‌‌ Chief Ivar.

After‍⁠ all, when Lucian⁠‌ emerged victorious, he‌ would have to⁠‍ steer the atmosphere‌ with prophecies and‌ speeches.

“Huff…‌⁠‌ climbing a hill‌‍ at this age⁠‌ leaves my bones​‍​ in pieces.”

Although​ he kept complaining,‍‌ a deep smile​‌ never left Marius’s⁠⁠​ face.

Once‍​ Lucian absorbed the​‍ dragon’s heart, everything​ would go according​⁠​ to plan.

‘For‍ a moment I thought everything would⁠ fall apart, but‌ what a relief‍​​ it all worked⁠​ out. From now‌⁠ on, whether he‌‍ likes it or‌ not, he’ll have‌ no choice but⁠‌ to follow my⁠​‌ lead.’

He⁠‌​ knew the consequences‌ wouldn’t be light.‍⁠⁠ When Lucian realized⁠ he’d been deceived,⁠‌‍ he’d be furious‌ and eager to​‍​ kill him.

But‍ for Marius, who‍⁠ was already nearing‍⁠‌ death, Lucian’s anger‌ was a trivial​‍ detail.

What‌‌ mattered was fulfilling‍⁠ his dream before‍⁠‍ dying and witnessing⁠‌‍ it with his​ own eyes.

‘I‍‌‍ only need to‌⁠ raise it once.⁠ Even if it‍‍​ starts by force,‌⁠⁠ once they understand‌ its usefulness, they’ll‌​‌ never tear it‌ down. And most​​‍ importantly, if they​​⁠ want to survive,‌ they’ll have no‍‌ choice but to⁠ value the mages‌ of future generations…’‍

“Looks​‌‌ like someone’s in‍‌ a good mood,‌‍​ old man.”

Marius‌ flinched at the​ sound of the​ voice. When he‌‌⁠ looked up, he​‌‌ saw Raymond, one‌‍⁠ of Lucian’s close​​​ companions, watching him​​ from atop the‍‌ hill.

With‌ a mocking smirk,⁠ Raymond spoke to⁠ him.

“Daydreaming​​⁠ about something sweet?‍ I’ve been staring​ at you blatantly‍⁠‌ and you didn’t‍ even notice. Sure,‍​⁠ mages aren’t knights​​ even if they’re‌‍ high-level—you guys are⁠⁠ slow at sensing⁠‌‍ presences, huh?”

“Watch​ your tongue, brat.⁠⁠‍ I’m not in‍ a position where‌ someone like you‌ can call me​⁠ an old man.”​⁠‍

Marius’s​ eyes gleamed coldly.​

If‌‍ he used serious​ magic, he could‌ turn a knight‌⁠‍ like Raymond to​‍ ashes in an‌‌ instant.

To​ be treated as‍ an equal by‌‌​ someone like that‍‍⁠ was an affront⁠‌ to his pride.⁠

However,⁠​ Raymond merely let⁠‌ out a mocking​​ laugh, ignoring the‍ killing intent.

“Wow,​‌‍ the geezer who​‍ tried to mess‍ with His Majesty’s‌‌⁠ life has a lot of demands.​ You’d better nod⁠ and shut your⁠ mouth while I still treat you‍⁠ with respect. Keep​⁠ up that attitude,‌‍ and I’ll start‌‍​ calling you an‍‌⁠ old mutt.”

“What⁠‍ are you saying?‍⁠‍ Why would I threaten his life?!”‌‌​

“Oh,​‍‍ I misspoke. It’s​‌​ not that you‍‌ wanted to kill​​‌ him, but that​ you intended to‌ control whether he‍ lived or died.‍​ Though, thinking about​​​ it, that’s even‍ more mutt-like, so‌⁠​ I’m not sure‍ it’s worth correcting​ myself.”

Marius‍​ froze, as if‍‍‍ he’d been struck​‍‍ in his weak‍ spot.

A true schemer would’ve​​‍ kept pretending to⁠ be outraged, but⁠‍‌ Marius wasn’t that​​⁠ skilled.

Convinced,⁠ Raymond continued with​ a cold smile.​

“What⁠⁠ did you plan‍⁠ to do after​ putting into His​⁠ Majesty’s body a quantity of power​ barely bearable by‍‌ a human—dragon power‍ at that? Were⁠​‍ you going to⁠​‌ say only you​​ could stabilize that‌ energy and force⁠⁠‍ him to obey​​ while he suffered‌⁠‍ from the overload?”​

“It’s⁠‌ a misunderstanding!”

“Well,⁠‍ whatever. Whatever your​‌​ intention was, thanks‌‍‍ to that, His‌​ Majesty will now​ be able to​ unleash the dragon’s‌‌‍ power freely.”

“…?”⁠

Marius‍ stared at Raymond​ in shock.

He⁠⁠⁠ said he more​ or less understood‍‍‍ what would happen​ if dragon power⁠‌​ was inserted into​​ his body, and‌⁠ he still planned​‌ to use it‍‌ without hesitation?

The​‍‌ conversation had taken‌ so many turns‌⁠‌ that he couldn’t‍‍ gather his thoughts.⁠‍‍

“What⁠​​ the hell are​​‍ you saying? Do‍ you believe me‌ or not?”

“There’s⁠ no longer any‍⁠ reason to hide‍ it. His Majesty‍‍ was born with⁠⁠ a special constitution.​‌​ From the moment‌‌ he came into‍ the world, the⁠ paths of magic‌⁠⁠ were completely open‌‌⁠ to him. He⁠⁠‍ has never suffered​‍⁠ side effects, no​‍ matter what elixir‍ he ingested, and‍​⁠ amounts that would‍ have torn a normal person apart⁠‌⁠ long ago, he‌ absorbed without any‌ problem.”

The‍⁠⁠ real issue was‍‍⁠ that those pathways‍‌‍ were too wide.⁠⁠

He⁠​ couldn’t retain magic;⁠‍‍ as soon as‌⁠ the vessel filled⁠‌ up, the excess⁠⁠ would spill out‍​ endlessly.

Of‌‌ course, if magic‍ leaked out of‌‍⁠ the body, it‌‍ meant that an‍ excessive amount had‍‌‌ built up for⁠ his level.

In‌​​ the end, only⁠‍ the appropriate amount​‌ for his condition‍ remained, expelling the⁠ rest.

Seen⁠​ from a certain​‌‌ perspective, that was⁠​ also a kind​‌ of beneficial side​‌ effect.

“But⁠‌⁠ from the perspective⁠‍⁠ of a knight​⁠‍ like me, that‌ was a waste.‍​ If you can‌‌ store magic without⁠ adverse effects, there’s​ nothing wrong with‍‍‌ having more. I wanted to trap‍​ inside His Majesty‌‌⁠ the magic that‍ kept slipping away.”‍‍

Of⁠‍ course, there was‍ no method to‍‌‍ do so. Or,​​ to be precise,⁠⁠​ no one had‌ researched it.

Harboring​​ an amount of⁠⁠ magic that exceeds‌​⁠ one’s own limits​ is, in itself,​ a form of​‍⁠ self-harm.

Who‌ would bother seriously‌‍ researching how to​⁠‍ harm themselves?

“So⁠ both His Majesty‌⁠ and I had​ half-given up on‍ it until the​ old man taught‌ us a truly‍ absurd method.”

“…”​‍‌

“To‍ use an artifact‌​‍ to condense the​‍ dragon’s magic inside⁠ the body. You‍ have no idea⁠⁠‌ how surprised I was when I heard it. If⁠ that were possible,⁠‌​ His Majesty could​‌ draw on an‍​ overwhelming power whenever‌⁠ he wanted.”

Marius‌ felt as if‍ an icicle had⁠⁠ been stabbed into‌​⁠ his spine.

A special constitution? Magical‌​ paths open from⁠ birth? Even past‌‌ experiences of absorbing‌‍‌ excessive magic and​ expelling it without‍‌‍ side effects?

“Do⁠‌ you really think‍ we’re idiots blinded​ by greed, who​​‌ rush in without‌ thinking of the⁠​‍ consequences?”

“W-wait…”⁠‍‍

“Did‍⁠​ you think His⁠ Majesty would suffer,​​‍ devoured by the​ dragon’s magic? That‌​ he’d come begging‌ for help, saying‍ he needed you?”‌‌

“Wait,‍​​ wait…”

“There’s​ no problem. None​‌⁠ at all. Even‍‍ if the dragon’s⁠‌ magic bursts all⁠ at once, he’ll‌​‍ be perfectly fine.​ I’ve already seen‍‌ something very similar​​ myself, so you‍‌‌ can trust my⁠⁠ words.”

Marius’s‌‌ legs gave out,⁠‌ and he collapsed⁠⁠ to his knees.⁠⁠

He​ had never intended‍⁠ to kill Lucian,‍​⁠ nor had he‌‍ lied about how​ to manipulate the​⁠⁠ artifact.

However,⁠ even the best-sealed​‌ magic eventually leaks⁠‍ little by little,​‍ and that burden​⁠ on the magical‍ paths could only​‍‌ be eased with‌ sorcery.

That‍ was the point​‌ he intended to⁠⁠ exploit.

“I…​ I…”

Boom!‌

Just‌ as Marius tried‍ to say something‍‍ with dry lips,​‍ an explosion rumbled⁠‍ from the top‍⁠ of the hill.‍⁠

At‌⁠ the same time,⁠ a massive surge​ of blue flames‍‌‌ rose toward the‍ sky. Seeing those​‌​ rippling flames, Marius‍ couldn’t utter a word.

“Was‌ it… real…?”

Even⁠‍ if it weren’t​ dragon magic, that‍‍ much unrestrained power⁠⁠‌ would tear a human body to​ pieces.

Normally,‍ one would die⁠ shattered, and the⁠⁠ remaining magic would⁠‌‍ explode in all‌‍ directions.

However,​ those blue flames‌‌ flowed with a clear sense of⁠‍‌ direction.

It​‍⁠ was proof that‍ the owner of⁠‌‍ that magic still‍ maintained his body⁠⁠ intact while releasing‍⁠​ it.

“Ah…”‌‍‍

Despair‌⁠ reflected in Marius’s‍ eyes.

Not‍‍​ only had his‍​ intentions been completely⁠ seen through, but​‍ they had also‍​ been used against‌ him.

Even‍ the last trace‍​ of usefulness he​ had evaporated.

No​‍⁠ matter how powerful‍⁠ he was as‍‌ a mage, in​​ Lucian’s eyes he⁠ was nothing more‌​ than a sour⁠ grape full of​⁠‌ obsessions.

He​‍ could make use‍‌ of Colin or​ Helen, but Marius‌‍‌ would never be​​ kept close.

“If​​‌ you’ve finished confirming​⁠ it, then leave.‌⁠ As His Majesty‌‌ said, you’re no‌⁠‌ longer of any⁠​⁠ use.”

With​⁠​ those cold words,⁠ Raymond turned to‌‌‍ leave. At that‌ moment, Marius dropped‍‌​ to his knees​‌​ with a dull​‍ thud.

“This​‍‍ commoner named Marius‌ wishes to address‌ the noble lord.⁠‌ If he would⁠‌⁠ pity this old​​⁠ man, I beg​ him to stop⁠​‌ for a moment‌​ and listen to⁠ me.”

“…!?”‍‍‍

Surprised​‌ to see him‌‌‌ acting like an‍⁠ old peasant, Raymond⁠ stopped.

Marius⁠ pressed his forehead‍ into the snow​ and spoke.

“I‍ beg you to​​ grant me one‍​ more audience with‍‍​ His Majesty. I implore you, my​ lord.”

***​‍‍

“…”‍

“…”‌

The‌ members of the‌⁠ tribe stared in⁠‍ shock at the‍‌ blue flames bursting‌‍ from Lucian’s body.​‍

If​⁠ the previous two‌⁠ were heroes chosen​ by the dragon,‍‍‌ Lucian looked more⁠⁠⁠ like the reincarnation⁠‍‌ of the dragon‍ itself.

Faced⁠ with that overwhelming⁠​ difference, no one‍​⁠ could speak. Then‌ Lucian raised a hand.

“Look.⁠⁠ This is the​​ heart of the⁠ dragon.”

“…!”‍‍

The⁠​ tribe members flinched‍ and stared at‍ the dragon’s heart⁠ Lucian held high.​​

It​‌⁠ looked like a mineral, but it‍‍‌ emanated such intense⁠ vitality that even‌ from a distance,‍⁠ it felt extraordinary.‌

Upon⁠‍ confirming that it⁠‍ really was the‍​ dragon’s heart, Ivar‌‍ shouted, almost in​‍ a scream.

“What?!”⁠‌

It⁠​‌ was incomprehensible not⁠ only how he⁠ had separated the‌⁠⁠ artifact from the​‍‌ heart, but the‍‌ fact that Lucian⁠ held it with​ his bare hands⁠‍ was even more‌ shocking.

Without‌‌⁠ the power of‌‌‍ the artifact, anyone​‍ would explode upon​‍‌ touching it. How‌‍​ was this possible?⁠‌⁠

While‌ Ivar remained frozen⁠‍ in shock, Lucian’s​‍​ voice reached his‌ ears.

“As‍ you can see,‌ the dragon chose‍‍ me. It said‌ it had remained⁠⁠ in this tundra​‌​ for so long​ just to find‍⁠ me, and now,⁠‌ at last, it‌ had fulfilled its⁠ duty. As the​ rightful owner of⁠‍​ the heart, I will take it.”​

“Ohhh…”​⁠

‘Nonsense!‍​ All of it​‍ is nonsense!’

Ivar‍ barely managed to⁠ swallow the curse‌ rising in his‌​‍ throat.

No‍‍‍ one knew better⁠⁠ than him that‌​​ the dragon’s heart‌‌ had no will⁠​ of its own.⁠‌‍

What​​​ infuriated him the​ most was seeing‌‍ the tribe members’‍⁠ eyes sparkling, as‌ if they were‍ moved.

He​‍ wanted to shout‌ at them not‍ to believe such‌ nonsense, but there​ was no way​‌ to do it.‍​​

After‌‍​ all, it had‍⁠​ been he himself‌‍ who declared that‌ the heart had‍ a will.

Just​ as he clenched​⁠ his teeth, thinking⁠‍ he’d lose the‍ artifact without being⁠‍ able to do⁠‌ anything, Lucian spoke⁠ again.

“But⁠ even though all‌‌ this is my‌‌⁠ rightful claim, the​ one who has​ protected the heart‌⁠ until now is​ the chief of⁠ the tribe. Therefore,‍​ he too must⁠⁠‍ receive the same⁠​‍ opportunity. Even more⁠ so, since he‍​ was once chosen⁠​ by the dragon.”‍‌‌

“…?”‌​‌

Lucian’s‌​​ words stirred an⁠‍‌ inexplicable unease in‌ Ivar.

What‍‌ was he trying⁠‌ to say?

Then⁠⁠​ Lucian smiled brazenly‌‍⁠ and turned toward⁠‍‍ him.

“Come,‍⁠ Chief of the‍ Tribe! Take this‍‌​ dragon’s heart! If‍ the dragon chooses​⁠ you again, I’ll‍‍‌ yield the throne​‍‍ without the slightest‌ hesitation.”

“…!?”‍⁠‍

At⁠‌‌ that unexpected declaration,‌⁠ Ivar’s face turned‌‌​ completely pale.

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