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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 138

Chapter 138

After‍ much thought, Ainar‍‌‌ decided to serve​⁠ Lucian.

This‍‌⁠ was, by nature,​ a land where​​ the means to​⁠ fulfill one’s desires‌‌​ were limited.

If⁠ one was born​‌​ a man here‍ and had aspirations‍⁠⁠ worth pursuing, everything⁠ boiled down to​ power, strength, and​ name.

But⁠‍‍ power had already⁠‍ passed into other‍‌ hands, strength was​ at a level​​​ beyond comparison, and‌‍‌ if he wanted‍​ to leave behind‌⁠ his name, there‌​‍ was no other​ option but to⁠‌ follow Lucian.

“If⁠ my lord keeps‌‍ his promise, I will serve him‍​ with my life.”⁠

“I‍⁠‍ promise.”

Lucian​‍ gladly accepted Ainar’s⁠‍‍ pledge of loyalty.⁠​​

Although⁠ he had been‌‍ defeated, Ainar was‍ someone capable enough‌⁠⁠ to become chief.‌

He​⁠⁠ was a rare⁠‌ talent, able to‌ gather the will‌⁠‍ of the tribe​⁠‍ and minimize friction‌​ during the integration‍‌ process.

“From⁠​​ now on, I entrust you with​ all matters related⁠ to this land.‍‌ If there’s anything​‍ I should pay‌‌ attention to or​​‌ any advice to⁠ give, report it​​ immediately. And if​​‍ complaints arise among‍‍ the tribe members,​‍⁠ collect them and‌‌​ bring them to​​‍ me.”

“Yes,⁠ my lord.”

“My‍ lord!? Why are‍‌ you leaving me⁠ out and using‍ this man instead!?”⁠​​

Gunstein‍‍‍ cried out in‌‍ horror at Lucian’s⁠ words. Calling it​ responsibility for the​‌‌ steppes sounded nice,‌​ but in practice,‌⁠⁠ it meant placing‍⁠‍ all affairs of⁠ the tribes to‌​ be conquered in‌​‌ Ainar’s hands.

The‍⁠‌ moment another tribe⁠⁠⁠ was subjugated, Ainar‍⁠ would hold even​ more authority than⁠​ his father Ivar‌⁠‍ once had.

And‍​ yet, instead of⁠ choosing Gunstein, who‌ had already been‍​‍ there, Lucian entrusted⁠⁠ everything to someone⁠‍⁠ who had just​ arrived.

“Even‌​ if it was⁠ only for a few days, I was the first‍‌‍ to serve you,​‌ my lord! If‌ you entrusted it‌ to me—”

“Do‍ you have the​⁠​ confidence to do‌​​ better than Ainar?​‍ You said you​‍ couldn’t even form⁠‌ your own faction.”⁠

“……”‍​​

The‌ blunt words hit​‌ their mark, and‌ Gunstein fell silent.⁠​

Ruling⁠‍‍ and managing always⁠ go better in⁠‌​ the hands of‌⁠ someone with experience.‍

Gunstein,⁠⁠ who hadn’t even‍⁠ been able to‍​ form a force⁠​‍ to rival his‌‌⁠ brothers, lacked that​ experience.

Lucian⁠ smiled at the‍ sight of Gunstein‍‌‍ hanging his head​‌⁠ and gave him⁠ a pat on‌‌ the back.

“Don’t​​​ take it so‍ personally. Everything has​⁠⁠ its time and​ place.”

“But…”‌​

“In⁠ return, when we​ go back, I’ll‌⁠ give you a gift. One much​ better than the‌‍⁠ dragon’s power your​ brother absorbed so‍ clumsily.”

“…!”​​

At⁠‍‌ those words, not⁠ only Gunstein but‌‍⁠ even Ainar opened‌‌ their eyes wide⁠ in surprise.

Even​ though it had‌ been useless against‌ Lucian, it was‍​⁠ still the power‌⁠ of a dragon.‍‍ Just by absorbing‌ it, one gained‍ strength incomparable to⁠⁠​ before.

And​ yet—there was a gift better than​ that?

“Does​‌ something like that‍‍​ really exist?”

“Of​⁠⁠ course. Look forward​‌‍ to it.”

The‌‌ gift Lucian referred‍⁠ to, of course,‍ was the nectar.⁠

Strictly‌​​ speaking, the dragon’s​​ heart was an​ even greater treasure⁠‍‍ than the nectar,‌ but that was⁠‌⁠ only viable if‍ a human could‍‍‌ withstand it.

For⁠ someone like Ivar‍‍ and his sons,‍ who had only‍⁠ absorbed small amounts​ of power, it​ was better to‌​‌ amplify their strength‍‍ with nectar.

Increasing‌ one’s internal mana​⁠ was several times⁠​ easier to manage​ than absorbing mana‍ from the outside.‍⁠

‘Even⁠‌ with a cheat-like​‌⁠ ability called authority,⁠​​ without an immense⁠‌ amount of mana​​‍ to support it,⁠​‌ it can only​ be used for‍‍ an instant.’

Unless‍ one could supply⁠‌‍ mana constantly like‍​ Lucian, the duration‌ of authority would⁠ be barely a blink.

To​‌ reach a higher‍⁠ level, it would⁠‍ be better to​ consume nectar and⁠⁠ then learn a proper sword technique.​

After⁠‍ deciding Ainar’s position,​ Lucian summoned the​⁠ attendants to the‌‌ chief’s residence.

“Now‌‍ that we have‌‍⁠ the Blue Dragon​​ Tribe in our‌‌​ hands, it’s time⁠‌ to decide the‌​⁠ next course of⁠ action.”

“Course‌‍⁠ of action? Isn’t​ it enough to‌⁠‍ return just like​⁠‌ this?”

“If‌​ the Blue Dragon‍‍​ Tribe were the‌​ only one in​​ these steppes, that‍ would suffice. But‍‌‍ the problem is‍ that there are​‍⁠ still five tribes‌‌ I’ve yet to⁠⁠‍ meet.”

Out‍⁠ of the original‌ thirty-five tribes, only‌​‍ twenty-four remained after​ nine departed, and⁠‌‌ even those had‍‍⁠ mostly vanished over​​ time.

At‌​​ present, only six⁠‌ tribes remained, including⁠​‍ the Blue Dragon​ Tribe.

“To‍⁠​ begin with, the‍ Blue Dragon Tribe‍ is the most‌ powerful and the​ most numerous. They⁠⁠ say the other‍ five tribes would​‍ have to unite‌⁠‍ just to face‌ them.”

“That’s‌ right. Though the‍‍‍ population difference isn’t⁠‍ that large. The⁠‍ reason for our‌​‍ strength is the‌‍⁠ high proportion of‌​ warriors and the‍​ great power of‍⁠ the prophet’s magic.”⁠‍

“Exactly.‍​‌ That’s the issue.‌‍​ That the numbers​ are similar. Letting‌ this slide would⁠ be a waste.”‌‍⁠

With‍ Ainar’s additional explanation,​ Lucian got to⁠ the main point.‌​​

At​​ that moment, Lucian‍⁠‍ possessed both the‌ dragon’s heart and‍⁠ the artifact that⁠​ regulated the cold.⁠‌⁠

He⁠⁠‌ could use the‍​ artifact to open⁠ a path through‍ the steppes, return​⁠ with an army,‌​‌ and come back.⁠

“If​ we return leading​ the Blue Dragon‍​ Tribe, everyone will‌⁠ know that what⁠​ I said was‍​⁠ true. The rest⁠⁠ could be conquered​⁠ with the army‍‌ alone. But would‌ the tribes conquered‌​​ by force follow‌ me the same​‌ way the Blue⁠⁠ Dragon Tribe does?”‌

“I‌​ doubt it.”

This‌ time, Marius answered.‌⁠ As someone who​​ knew both the​‌‌ Empire and the⁠⁠ steppes well, he⁠⁠ could clearly see​‍​ the consequences that‍ decision would bring.‌⁠

“Unlike‌ the Empire, people‌⁠​ here aren’t used⁠‌ to the concept​‌⁠ of conquest. Even⁠ if you subjugate⁠ them by invasion,​⁠‌ they’ll see you‍​ as a foreign‌⁠ invader—not offer genuine‍‍ loyalty.”

“But‌​ we also can’t​​ afford to spend‍​ time with each⁠ tribe the way‍ we did with⁠ the Blue Dragon‌​‌ Tribe. If we‌⁠‌ leave Asagrim unattended​ too long, problems⁠ will arise there‌​⁠ too.”

Currently,⁠ Hans was managing‍ Asagrim.

Though‍‌ Lucian had trained‌ him intensively for‌‌⁠ half a year,‌ it was clear⁠​ he lacked experience‌‍‍ in territorial administration.⁠

Just‍ because he was​‍‍ a close ally⁠​ of Lucian’s, opportunists⁠‌ wouldn’t move—for now.‍‌ But that wouldn’t⁠‌ last long.

With‌‌ time, fear would‌⁠‍ fade, so it‌ was necessary to⁠ resolve everything quickly⁠⁠ and return.

As​‍⁠ the group reflected,​ Ainar, who had‍ been silent until⁠⁠ then, spoke up.​

“I‍​​ don’t know much⁠ about what lies⁠ beyond the steppes,‌ but I don’t‌​ think it would‍ be difficult for‌‍ my lord to​‍‍ bring the five‌ tribes under his‌‌ rule.”

“What?⁠​ Why?”

At‍⁠‌ Lucian’s question, Ainar‍⁠ responded with a smile.

“Because‌ to them, my​ lord won’t just⁠‌ be a foreign‌ invader—he’ll be practically⁠‍​ a savior who​‌ delivers them from‌‌⁠ this land.”

***⁠⁠‌

The‌ Blue Dragon Tribe‌⁠ boasted of being‍​ the most powerful⁠‍ force among all‍ the tribes, but​​‌ that didn’t mean‌‌ it could act‌ without restrictions.

The​​​ other five tribes‍​ were rivals, but​ they were also​​⁠ nearly the only⁠ ones with whom‌ they maintained exchanges—and‍‌‍ the only route​ for obtaining special​‍ products from the‍‌ outside.

For‍⁠‌ that reason, the‌⁠ five neighboring tribes‍ praised the Blue​‍ Dragon Tribe as​⁠ the strongest, while​​ maintaining a strange‌⁠ peace in which​⁠⁠ they didn’t interfere​​​ with one another.⁠‌

‘Unstable,‌‌ and it could‍​ break at any‌ moment but at‍‌ least until I die, this peace‍‌‍ will hold.’

The‍ chief of the‍ Black Hawk Tribe,​​ Otar, was completely‍​‌ satisfied with this​​ structure of the‍‌‌ tundra. He had‌‍‍ nothing else to‌‍​ wish for—and nothing‌‌ else he could‌ wish for.

‘In‍ the end, the‌ children of the‌​ tundra will be‍⁠⁠ buried beneath the‍‍⁠ snow and disappear.’⁠⁠‌

It⁠⁠ wasn’t just Otar‍ who thought this⁠​ way. Anyone with⁠‍ a shred of​​‌ awareness foresaw the⁠‌ same future.

Fewer‍‌ children were born⁠ each year, and‌ those who fell​‍‌ ill rarely recovered.‌⁠

No⁠​ matter how much​ bloodshed was avoided,​‍ stupidity and pride​‌‌ always ended up‍‍‌ spilling it again.‍​‌

And⁠​‌ with plants and‍‌ animals growing ever‍‍ scarcer, what future‌ could there be⁠ aside from extinction?‌⁠

‘If‌ we’re destined to‌‍‍ disappear without a trace, then let’s‍⁠ at least live‌⁠⁠ in peace until‍⁠‍ the day we⁠ die.’

Some‍ would call that​‌​ a loser’s mindset.⁠ Others would look‌​‌ down on it‌​‍ with contempt.

But​‌⁠ what more could‌ Otar do?

No​‌ matter how powerful‌​ a warrior might‌‍​ be, in the⁠⁠ face of these⁠⁠‍ merciless snowstorms, he‌ was just a hunk of meat.‌‍

Resisting⁠⁠‍ fate would only⁠‍⁠ bring greater despair;‌ accepting it and‍‌ choosing how to⁠ spend the remaining​ time was, in​‌ the end, the⁠ wisest choice.

That‌ way of thinking​ shattered in less‌ than a day.‍​​

“…What​ did you just⁠ say?”

Otar‌‍ stared at the‍ messenger from the‌⁠ Blue Dragon Tribe‍‍‌ in disbelief. Despite‍ Otar’s sharp gaze,​⁠​ the messenger continued‌⁠⁠ speaking without blinking.‍

“We‍‍ have been ordered‍​‌ to kneel immediately‌ before the new‌‍ king and serve‌​‍ him. If we​​​ refuse, only death⁠ awaits us—so you’d‌​ best think carefully‍‌ before answering.”

“You‍​ damned lunatic…!”

At⁠ the messenger’s haughty⁠⁠⁠ tone, Otar clenched⁠ his fist. He​‌⁠ wasn’t just angry—there⁠‍​ were so many‌‌ absurdities in what​ he’d heard, he​‍ didn’t even know‍ where to begin.​​⁠

“Has‍​ the new chief‍​‌ of the Blue⁠⁠‍ Dragon Tribe lost‌‌​ his mind? It’s​‌ not enough for​​ him to crown‍ himself king—he’s threatening‍‍ war on top​⁠‍ of that!?”

Otar‍ knew the title​⁠⁠ of king existed—the‍​‍ supreme ruler of⁠ a “nation” formed⁠​‍ by dozens of‌‌ tribes, the chief‍​‌ of all chiefs.‌‍​

However,​ no one had​‍ ever possessed the​ real authority to‍ claim that title,‌ so it remained​⁠​ nothing more than​⁠⁠ a legend.

And⁠ now someone openly​⁠‌ declared himself king‌​ and even announced‌ a war?

“Does⁠‍​ he expect us‌​​ all to die!?‌‌ He can’t ignore​ what would happen‍⁠ if war broke‌⁠‍ out in this‌ tundra!”

“The​ only ones who‌ will die are‍‌ you.”

“What⁠‍‌ did you say?”⁠‍‌

“That‍​⁠ king comes from​ the land beyond‌​ the tundra. When‍ the war ends,‍‍⁠ we’ll move to‌⁠‌ the land of‍​ salvation beyond the​⁠ snow. Even if‍‍‍ the Black Hawk⁠ Tribe disappears, it‍⁠​ won’t be a problem.”

“…!?”‌

Otar​​‍ froze in place.​​

Move⁠⁠​ the entire tribe​ to the land‍ beyond the tundra?​‌​

To⁠​​ a land of‍ salvation where everyone‌ could survive, rather‍ than this place‌⁠‍ doomed to death?‌​

“No…⁠‌ don’t speak nonsense.”‌⁠

“It’s​ not a lie.​‌⁠ You know yourself⁠​⁠ that our prophet​‌ came from the⁠⁠‍ land beyond the⁠ tundra.”

“One​‍​ or two crossing‍ back and forth‍ isn’t the same⁠‌⁠ as moving an⁠ entire tribe!”

Otar‌ had heard that⁠ the prophet of⁠‍ the Blue Dragon‍ Tribe came from​ outside the tundra.⁠

But​ that had always‌‍​ been something exceptional,⁠ only possible under‍​‍ very specific conditions—and‌‌‍ for a very⁠ small number of‍⁠ people.

Moving⁠ an entire tribe⁠‌​ would mean traveling‌⁠ much more slowly,‍‍⁠ and it wouldn’t⁠‌ be strange if‍ many died during‌‍ the migration.

“So​⁠‌ that’s it—you’re mocking‌⁠‍ me! Trying to‍​ conquer the five‍‌ tribes with a scam as pathetic⁠ as this…!”

“The‍⁠‌ king can stop​ the snowstorms of‍‌ the tundra.”

“…”⁠

“Not​ temporarily, but permanently.​ Do you still⁠⁠⁠ think it’s impossible⁠ to migrate beyond​ the tundra?”

Despite​⁠ the messenger’s mocking⁠ tone, Otar couldn’t‍‌‍ bring himself to⁠⁠ get angry.

If‍⁠ that was true,⁠⁠ then the Black⁠⁠ Hawk Tribe might​​ also have the​‌ chance to reach‍ the land of‍​⁠ salvation.

Even‌ though he had‌‌ accepted extinction as‌‌⁠ fate, that didn’t‌‌ mean he welcomed⁠ it. He had‌ simply resigned himself‌ because there had‍ been no other‌ choice.

But​ now, someone from‍‍ a foreign land‌‍ claimed to possess⁠​‍ the power to​​ save an entire‌ tribe.

“…I‍‌‍ can’t trust only‌​‌ your words. I’ll‍‌‍ have to see‌‌ with my own⁠ eyes if that‌ man really possesses​‌‌ such power.”

“If​⁠⁠ the king proves​‌‌ his authority, will​‌ you kneel before​ him then?”

“I⁠⁠‌ swear it. If⁠ he truly possesses‌‍‍ that power, I,⁠ Otar, chief of‌⁠ the Black Hawk‌ Tribe, will be​‌‍ the first to⁠ kneel.”

Otar‍‍‍ answered without hesitation.‌‌

The‌‌ power to stop​⁠ the snowstorms and‍ the strength of​ a warrior were​⁠‍ different things—but did⁠⁠‍ that matter now?‍⁠‌

If‍⁠⁠ it meant saving‍ his tribe, he​ was willing to⁠‌ kneel even before​​‌ the weakest creature.‌‌

At⁠⁠‌ those words, the⁠⁠‍ messenger smiled in‍⁠⁠ satisfaction.

“Don’t​ ever forget the⁠ oath you just⁠‌‌ made.”

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