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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 135

Chapter 135

Ivar​⁠⁠ was plunged into‍⁠​ utter despair.

In​ both the first‌‌‍ and second trials,​‍‍ Lucian had demonstrated⁠ an overwhelming difference⁠ before everyone.

The‍​ members of the‍​ tribe already took​‍ it for granted​​ that Lucian would‍‌⁠ rise to the‌⁠ position of chief.⁠‍​

In‍‍‍ such a situation,‍⁠⁠ even if Ivar‌ tried to drag​⁠ him down tooth‍ and nail, no‌ one would play‌​ along.

Cornered,‍‌ Ivar decided to⁠‍ play his final⁠‍ card on the‍⁠ day of the​ third trial.

“The‍‌⁠ third trial will⁠​‍ be a duel.​ But it won’t​‍ be a duel‍ between candidates — it will be‍ a trial where​‍ we put you⁠⁠‌ to the test.”​⁠

“…Sounds‍ like I’m the⁠‌ only one being⁠⁠ tested.”

“Exactly.”‍

At​‍​ Lucian’s response, Ivar‌ nodded.

“You’ve​ already been chosen‍​ by the dragon.⁠⁠‍ For someone like​‍ that to compete​ for the position⁠‍‌ of chief is‌⁠‌ downright ridiculous. But‍‍​ we also have​‍ the right to​​‍ choose our ruler.”⁠​

“So​‌ you want me⁠​ to defeat all⁠‌‍ of you to‌ prove I’m fit​⁠⁠ to rule?”

“Someone‍ who’s obtained the‌‍​ dragon’s heart shouldn’t⁠⁠‍ have any trouble‌ defeating those of​‌ us who’ve only​‌​ absorbed a fraction‌ of its power.​⁠⁠ Isn’t that right?”⁠‌

If,‌‍‌ by some slim​​‍ chance, Lucian lost⁠‌⁠ to one of​​‌ them, it would‌⁠ mean the dragon’s⁠​‌ choice had been​⁠‌ a mistake.

With⁠ that convenient logic,⁠ Ivar looked at⁠ him with a brazen expression, as⁠‍⁠ if there was‍ no room for​ objection.

At‌ Ivar’s last desperate⁠⁠‍ attempt, disguised as⁠ calm, Lucian let‍‍‌ out a short‍ laugh.

‘How​​ pathetic. I guess,⁠⁠‌ backed into a corner like this,⁠​ the only way​⁠‍ left for him​⁠ to deal with​‌ me is through​⁠ a duel.’

Everything⁠‍‌ Lucian had shown‌‍⁠ up to now‌‍ had been excessively​ dramatic.

Combined​‌ with what Marius‌‌​ had prepared beforehand,⁠‌ it gave the⁠ impression that a figure straight out​‍ of legend or​ myth had descended‌‌‌ to the real‌‍ world.

Thanks‌‍⁠ to that, he⁠​​ had easily won‍‌​ over the tribe’s⁠⁠⁠ hearts, but at​​‌ the same time,‌​⁠ their expectations of‍​ him had skyrocketed.​

Even‍⁠ if it was​‍⁠ an unfair trial‍⁠ for a regular‌ warrior, for Lucian‍ it seemed completely​⁠ reasonable.

After‌‍​ all, someone who​​⁠ had the strongest⁠ warrior under his⁠⁠‌ command and had​⁠​ been chosen by‌ the dragon’s heart‌ should be able⁠ to overcome such⁠⁠ trials without difficulty.‍

‘If​⁠ they try to⁠ bring me down​⁠ by force, the‌ tribe won’t accept​​⁠ it. So they‌‍ dress it up‌‌⁠ as a trial⁠‍ — not bad​‌ for a last-minute‌ plan.’

Legends‍‍ of powerful warriors‍‍ defeating multiple enemies‍‍ alone were so‌‍ common they were​​ everywhere.

Even‌​‌ if it was‍​ a bit unfair,​‍‌ considering the reputation⁠​ Lucian had built,‌​ it wasn’t an⁠ impossible test.

Moreover,​ both Ivar and‍​ his two sons⁠ had absorbed at‌ least fragments of‍ the dragon’s power.​‍

They​ probably thought that​‌⁠ even if Lucian‌ had the heart‌⁠ of the dragon,​ if they attacked⁠ with everything, they‌ might have a chance.

“Hmm,​‍ now that I think about it,⁠‍ what the chief​​ says makes sense.”⁠​

“Someone‍‌⁠ challenging a legend⁠​⁠ needs a trial⁠ that matches that⁠‌​ power.”

“To‍​ be honest, I’m‌‍‌ also curious to‌ see how far​ the dragon’s power‍⁠⁠ goes.”

As⁠‌ expected, the tribe​ members seemed more​ excited than doubtful‌​ about Ivar’s proposal.​​​

Feeling‍⁠ the weight of‍⁠‍ those expectant gazes,⁠‌ Lucian shrugged and‌⁠‍ said,

“Alright.‍ Just in case,‌​‌ let me ask⁠ — are you‍⁠ all coming at​​ me at once?”​

“Even⁠​⁠ someone who’s obtained‍ the dragon’s heart‌‍‌ would have trouble⁠ facing three warriors​‌ at the same‌ time, no?”

“No,‌⁠ I ask because‌​‌ it would be⁠ over quicker that⁠⁠ way. Fighting one‍ by one is‍⁠ kind of tedious.”‌​

At‍‌⁠ Lucian’s confident reply,‌​ Ivar clenched his‍⁠ teeth. He didn’t​​‍ know whether Lucian​‍⁠ was genuinely confident‌ in a three-on-one‍ or just bluffing.⁠​​

“Unfortunately​‍‌ for you, you’ll⁠⁠ fight one by‌‍ one, in consecutive​‌​ duels. A warrior⁠⁠ doesn’t strike another’s‍​​ back.”

Of​⁠⁠ course.

In⁠ reality, they didn’t⁠ want to face‍​⁠ him all at‌ once because they‌⁠⁠ still didn’t know‌‍​ how he fought.‍

By‍​​ watching him fight​ one by one,‌ they might find⁠​ a way to⁠ counter him.

Lucian‌ swallowed his sneer‍⁠ and put on‌​ a resigned expression.‌‍

“Can’t‌​‌ be helped. When‍ do we start?”‌​‍

“Right⁠⁠‌ now, here.”

“I⁠ like that. Who’s‍⁠ going first?”

“I​⁠ am.”

At⁠⁠​ the voice beside​ him, Lucian turned‍⁠​ his head and⁠‌ saw Ainar stepping‍‍‍ forward with an⁠‌ axe resting on‌‌‌ his shoulder. Ainar‌‍‌ looked at him‍⁠⁠ determinedly and lowered​‍ the weapon.

In‌​‍ response, Lucian also‍⁠ unsheathed his sword‌​‍ and walked toward⁠​ him.

When​ they both stopped‍​⁠ a certain distance‍‌⁠ apart, the tribe⁠ members quickly moved​​ back, forming an‍ improvised dueling arena.‌

“Anything⁠​​ you want to‍ say before we⁠ start?”

At‍ Lucian’s words, Ainar​ blinked in surprise,​⁠⁠ then gave a bitter smile.

“What‌​ could I say​‍⁠ now? I still⁠‍⁠ remember what shame‍⁠ and humiliation are.”⁠​‌

From​ the mouth of​ Ainar, who just‌ days ago treated​‌ Lucian as an‌‍ equal, came words⁠⁠ of respect.

It‌‌‌ wasn’t the fake‍⁠ courtesy of his​‌‌ father Ivar, but⁠ genuine respect.

Lucian​ observed him silently​ before replying.

“If‍​ it’s so shameful‌ for you, you​‍ can refuse. In⁠ the end, you’re‍⁠⁠ still obeying your‌‌ father.”

“Even​‌​ so, he’s my‍‍‌ family. How could‌‍ I turn my​ back on them⁠ just to save⁠ myself? If I can’t save them,​‍ then at least‌‍ I’ll die with​ them.”

“Even​ after losing the​‌⁠ chance to die‍ together? If everyone‌⁠ else dies and​​ you’re the only⁠ one left, would⁠ you still make‌ the same choice?”​‍​

Ainar’s⁠⁠​ face hardened at‌‌ those unexpected words.⁠

After​ a brief silence,‌⁠ Ainar let out‌ a deep sigh​ and gripped his‌ axe.

“Let’s‍‍ begin.”

A smile formed on‍​ Lucian’s lips. He‌ didn’t seem to‌ have any intention‌ of begging for⁠⁠ his life — not out of‌​ pride, but because‌⁠ he didn’t feel​‌‍ worthy of doing‌ so.

‘It​​‍ would be a shame if he‌⁠ died here.’

He​⁠ was far superior⁠ to his father⁠‍‌ as a warrior,‍‍ and in terms⁠‌ of character, more‍‌‍ upright than most⁠⁠‍ knights in the⁠‍‍ Empire.

If‍‍ Lucian could bring⁠ him over to‌‍⁠ his side, he‌‍‍ could serve as‍‍ an excellent bridge⁠‍ between the tundra⁠⁠​ tribes and the‍‌ imperial citizens.

Having‍‌‍ decided to spare⁠ him, Lucian lowered​​⁠ his sword to‌​⁠ the ground.

“Come.”‍‌‍

“Raise‍ your weapon.”

“Sorry,​‌⁠ but you’re not‍⁠ the kind of‍ opponent I need‌​⁠ to take a stance against. Don’t​⁠⁠ worry about unnecessary​‍ things and just​ attack first.”

The‍⁠​ words, borderline insulting,​ made Ainar’s face‍ flush red.

It​ was true that,​​ because of his‌⁠⁠ sins, he had‍ no right to‍ hold his head‌‌ high with pride‌‍‍ — but to​‍ have his skill​‌ as a warrior⁠ looked down on⁠ was another matter⁠​ entirely.

“You’ll‍​ regret this!”

Whoosh!‍

Ainar⁠‌ released the dragon’s‌⁠⁠ magic from his‌⁠⁠ whole body and​ charged at Lucian.⁠​​

His⁠‍ speed and strength​‍⁠ were in no‍ way inferior to​⁠‌ the Empire’s top‌‍​ knights.

However,‌​ Lucian didn’t even​ blink and reached⁠ out his hand‍⁠‍ toward the incoming​‌‍ axe.

“What…?!”‌‍

The⁠ reckless act startled​‍​ Ainar, but it‌‍ was too late⁠‌ to stop the‍‌ strike.

The⁠ axe crashed into​⁠‌ Lucian’s outstretched hand‍​⁠ at terrifying speed.​

Clang!​

“…?!”‍​​

The‍ eyes of those⁠‌‍ watching the duel⁠⁠‌ widened in shock.⁠‌ What kind of‌‌ metallic clang was​​ that, when a weapon had struck‌⁠​ bare flesh?

A moment later, realizing​‌‍ the source of⁠‌⁠ the sound, Ainar‌⁠ turned pale.

“This‌‌ is insane!”

Lucian‍⁠ was calmly gripping‍​‌ the edge of⁠‌ the axe with‍​ his bare hand.‌​​

Even‌⁠​ though Ainar had‍ poured all his​⁠ power into that‍⁠ blow, Lucian didn’t‌ show the slightest‌‌​ sign of strain.‌‌

Shaking​​​ the blade as​​‍ if it were​ a toy, Lucian‌ smiled brazenly.

“Is‌‌ that all?”

“…”‍⁠‌

Cold⁠ sweat ran down⁠‌ Ainar’s forehead.

To​⁠ the untrained eye,‍‍ it might look‌‍ like Lucian had​⁠‍ caught the axe​⁠​ before it hit⁠ him, thanks to⁠‍ monstrous strength.

But‍ Ainar, as the‍‌ one attacking, knew⁠‍ the truth.

‘He‌‌⁠ didn’t catch it⁠ before it hit​ — he simply⁠ took the blow‍‍ with his palm.’‍

The‍ axe blade had⁠ clearly struck Lucian’s⁠ hand. And yet,​‍‍ it hadn’t left‌‍​ a single scratch.‍‍

“What‌​ the hell did⁠ you do?”

“You‌‌⁠ don’t know? It’s⁠‍ a power you‌‌‍ already have too.”‍

As​⁠​ soon as he​‌ finished speaking, a wavy mist shaped‌⁠ like flames rose⁠ from Lucian’s body.‌

Looking⁠⁠‌ closely, Ainar realized‌‌ Lucian was covering⁠​ his whole body‌⁠⁠ with a faint⁠ layer of magic.‍‌

Then⁠‌ he finally understood⁠⁠​ the nature of‌‍⁠ the power that​‌‌ had blocked his⁠​ attack.

“The‍‌‍ power of the‌⁠ dragon…”

At⁠ those words, Lucian​‌​ gave a deep‍​‌ smile, as if‌ confirming the correct⁠ answer.

***​

“The⁠​⁠ dragon’s magic is⁠ the dragon’s power‌⁠ itself.”

The‍ night before, Marius‌​ had answered Lucian’s‍ question with absolute⁠ dedication.

He​⁠‌ chose each word​‍​ carefully, reformulating them‌ so that even‍‌ someone ignorant of​‍ magic could understand.‌

Perhaps​ because he had​⁠ trained many disciples,‍ his explanations were‌​ remarkably clear.

“Everything‌​‍ a dragon can‍ do uses the​ magic of its‍ heart. Your Majesty,⁠ having obtained the‌⁠ power of that⁠​‍ heart, can be‌ considered capable of⁠ reproducing virtually all​ the authority of‌ the ancient dragons.”‍‌​

“So‌ I can breathe‌‍⁠ fire from my​‍‍ mouth?”

At⁠⁠ the half-joking question,⁠ Lucian was taken‍‍ aback when he​ received a completely‍‍ serious answer.

“Yes.‌ As long as​‍ there is firm‍ conviction, an organ‌‌‍ capable of substituting​ for the fire‌⁠ sac, and the‍​ ability to control⁠ the flow of‌ manifested magic.”

Could​‍​ a human body⁠⁠⁠ really breathe fire​ from its mouth?‌

“Is⁠​​ that possible?”

“In‍‍​ theory, perfectly possible.⁠ The problem is​‍ that Your Majesty⁠‌ was born with‌ a human body​​ and is accustomed​ to human common​‍ sense.”

Dragons‌‌ are born knowing‍‍⁠ what they are‌⁠​ capable of, and‍⁠‍ the dragon’s heart⁠⁠‌ is an organ‌ optimized for them.⁠‍‌

Therefore,⁠​⁠ to use that‌‍ power in a human body, there​ was no choice⁠ but to imitate⁠ the dragon, from‍ the way of‌‍ thinking to the‍​ way of acting.‍

An‍​ organ created for‌ dragons would never⁠‍⁠ adapt to a human on its⁠‍ own.

“The⁠‍ simplest example is‍⁠ the heat generated‍⁠⁠ when magic is‍‍ manifested. Dragons possess​‍ organs from birth‍⁠ that store that‍‌ heat, so they⁠ can accumulate it⁠⁠‌ and release it​ whenever they wish,​​ but…”

“Humans‌ don’t have that​​⁠ kind of organ.​‍ That’s why magic​​⁠ leaks out as‍​ soon as we​ manifest it.”

“Exactly.”‍

“Then​‌ breathing fire or⁠⁠ flying through the‌ sky will be‌ difficult. The former​ is too dangerous‍⁠‌ to substitute with⁠‌ another organ, and‍‍​ the latter would‍ require wings, at‌‍ the very least.”‍‌

Dragons‌​⁠ lifted their massive‍‌ bodies into the​ sky with only⁠ two membranous wings​​ and flew freely.⁠

That‍‍​ mobility came from⁠‌‍ the power of⁠ the heart, but​ in other words,‍​ even dragons needed​ wings to fly.‌​⁠

If​​‍ a human, who⁠ was not born⁠​‍ with dragon organs,‌​ tried to forcefully​ substitute them, their​‌‍ body would suffer​ severe damage.

“Moreover,‌‌‌ breathing fire or​​‌ flying cannot be‍​‌ considered natural. They​ are things we‍‍ have never experienced‌‍ since birth.”

“That’s‌ right. But moving‌ quickly or striking‍ powerfully with arms⁠‌ and legs are‌ common experiences for​‍ humans.”

“I⁠ see. So the⁠‍ physical strengthening that​​ occurs when absorbing‍​ the dragon’s magic‍ happens for that​‍ reason.”

For‍‌⁠ purely physical reinforcement,⁠ it wasn’t even⁠⁠‍ necessary to imitate​ the dragon; the⁠⁠​ conditions were already‍ fulfilled automatically.

With‌ a clearer idea,​‍ Lucian fell into⁠ deep thought. In‌​‍ what way could​​​ he imitate the​ dragon naturally and⁠⁠ appropriate its power?​

Claws⁠‌⁠ could be substituted⁠​‍ with a sword.⁠​‌ Fangs were out‌‍ of the question.​

Poison,‍​ like wings, required‍ organs that didn’t‍‍ exist. Among the‍‌ remaining abilities, only⁠​⁠ one could be⁠⁠‍ used practically.

“Could‌ a human body​ imitate a dragon’s​‍​ scales?”

At‌⁠⁠ Lucian’s question, Marius​ replied without hesitation.‌‌⁠

“It’s​‍ possible.”

***​

Recreating‍⁠ the dragon’s scales‌​ turned out to‌‍ be surprisingly simple.​

All‌ it required was​⁠⁠ adding to physical‍‌⁠ reinforcement something any‍⁠ knight could do—a⁠ layer of magic​⁠ enveloping the body.⁠⁠⁠

The‍‌‍ increase in durability​ by itself was‍‌‍ minimal, but what‌‍ mattered was that,​​⁠ even slightly, the‌‍⁠ body became tougher.‍‌

‘What​‍⁠ matters is that​ durability increases. If‍‌⁠ there’s even a small effect, the​ dragon’s power can⁠​ amplify it explosively.’‍‍​

As‌‍⁠ a result, Lucian’s‌⁠ body, covered in​ magic, became so⁠‌‌ resilient that calling‍ it dragon scales‌ would not be‍⁠ an exaggeration.

Not‍‍ even Felicia’s sword​ could wound him,⁠⁠ much less Ainar’s,⁠‍ whose skill was‌​‌ far below hers.⁠​

Lucian‍ looked at Ainar,‍ who still couldn’t‌ come out of‍‌⁠ his shock, and⁠‌​ said calmly,

“Is‌ that all?”

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