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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 140

Chapter 140

“Anyone‌‌‌ with a bit‌ of sense knows‍⁠ this tundra has​ no future.”

Days‍ ago, Ainar explained‌‍ why the tribe⁠ chiefs would have‌‌ no choice but‍​ to submit to​​ Lucian.

“With⁠‌ time, the population‍ keeps decreasing. A tribe chief cannot‌‍ ignore that.”

It‌​ was such a desperate reality that‌⁠​ no one wanted⁠ to put it⁠​ into words, but⁠⁠‍ all the tribes⁠ were destined to‍​⁠ go extinct in‍​ that tundra.

Even‌ if they clung‌ to life with‍‍‍ tooth and nail,‌ the general opinion​ among the warriors⁠⁠⁠ was that they⁠ wouldn’t last more‌​​ than two hundred‌ years.

And‍‌⁠ in the midst‌‌​ of that situation,​​‍ Lucian announced that​ he could stop‍ the blizzard and​​ guide all the‍ tribes to a land of salvation?​​

“Their‍ eyes will be​ clouded, and they’ll​ gladly come to‍​ swear loyalty. First,‌⁠ they need to‍‍‌ escape the tundra.​ The problem is‌ what to do​ with the chiefs​ once the oath‌​⁠ is made.”

Without‌‌‍ a doubt, the⁠ chiefs would want‌​ to retain control​‍​ and autonomy over‌⁠ their tribes, offering‌‍⁠ only superficial loyalty.‌‌

But​‍ what Lucian sought⁠​‍ was to strip⁠ them of all​‍‌ authority and directly​‌ rule over the⁠‌​ five tribes.

Unless‍⁠⁠ he eliminated them‍‌⁠ with his own‌‍ hands, like he⁠ did with Ivar,‍ it was clear​​ there would be​‍ strong resistance.

“Fortunately,‍ the situation greatly‌ favors my lord.‌‌ They believe that⁠‍‍ once they cross​‍‍ the tundra, they​‌ won’t have to‌‍ worry about you⁠‍ anymore, but…”

“Without​‌ my help, settling‌‌‌ beyond the tundra‌ is impossible. They⁠ don’t realize it‍ yet, but that’s‍ the truth.”

The‌‍ tundra tribes were‍ undoubtedly powerful. Every⁠ common inhabitant had⁠⁠ the strength of‌ a knight, and⁠‍ the warriors could⁠ surpass a knight‌​ through brute force‌⁠⁠ alone.

However,⁠ against the vast‍ civilization of the​ Empire, that strength⁠⁠​ became insignificant.

If​⁠‍ Lucian didn’t pave⁠‌ the way for‌‌ them, they would‌ end up living‍‍ as raiders until​‍​ they were hunted​​ down.

“That’s‍​‍ right. Myself included,​ no one here​‌‌ knows what kind‍‌ of land lies‍ beyond the tundra.​‌‌ It’s just a guess, but the‍‌⁠ wisdom of the​ tundra won’t work‌⁠ on the other​ side.”

“To‌ put it bluntly,⁠ it’ll be nearly‌‍​ useless. It’s a completely different land⁠ in terms of‍⁠​ environment, resources, and‌⁠​ rules.”

“And​​ in that land,​‌ the one who‌⁠​ rules is you,⁠⁠ my lord.”

The​‍‍ one who chimed⁠ in was Hugo.‍‌ He let out​ a deep sigh‌ and complained.

“To‌‍‌ be honest, my​⁠‍ lord could simply​ force those five⁠ chiefs to kneel.‍⁠ Dealing with frogs‍⁠ at the bottom⁠⁠‍ of a well‌⁠ is really bothersome.”​

As⁠‌ if agreeing, the⁠⁠‌ other vassals nodded‍‍ in unison. Lucian⁠‌ was the Duke‍ of Grimaldi, border‌⁠‍ marquis of Asagrim,⁠ and lord of‌⁠‌ the White Castle,‌‌ with immunity privileges⁠⁠ for mages.

If​‌ Lucian didn’t vouch‍‌​ for their identity,​ the five tribes‌​‍ could be marked​‍‌ as public enemies⁠⁠​ in the North‌ the moment they‌​​ stepped outside the​⁠ tundra.

And​ yet, they had‌ to pacify those‍ fools who interpreted​‍​ the situation however⁠ they pleased, without‍‌‌ even understanding that⁠‌ reality.

“Wouldn’t‌ it be better​‍⁠ to let them‍​‌ leave the tundra‍ and do as​ they wish, then‌ teach them a lesson? When they⁠​⁠ come to their⁠‍‍ senses, they’ll kneel​⁠ on their own‌⁠ begging for forgiveness,​ and then…”

“Enough.‍‍​ Do you intend​‍​ to cause bloodshed‌ between the children⁠‌​ of the tundra‌‍​ and the people⁠‌ from the other⁠⁠‍ side?”

At‍‍​ Hugo’s words, Ainar​ frowned. Though he​‌‌ had decided to‌​⁠ serve Lucian, he‍‍​ had lived his⁠ entire life in​ the tundra.

Hearing‍‍ a strategy that⁠ involved forcing the‍​ sacrifice of his​‍ people couldn’t leave​‌‌ him unmoved.

“The‍​ children of the​​​ tundra wish to​‍‌ serve my lord​ as loyal vassals,‌​‌ not become slaves.‌⁠‍ Their different origin‍⁠⁠ doesn’t give you‌​‍ the right to‍‌⁠ speak so lightly.”‍‌

“I‌ said it out⁠⁠ of frustration, nothing​‌⁠ more.”

At‍ Ainar’s warning, Hugo‍ took a step‍​ back with an​​‍ awkward laugh. Even​⁠ for him, it‌‍ had been a joke that went‍ too far.

When‌​ the atmosphere grew⁠‌‍ tense, Lucian tapped‍ the floor with⁠⁠ his fingers to​​‍ shift the mood.​

“In​ any case, whether​‍ inside or outside​‌ the tundra, it’s‍ impossible for those⁠‍‌ chiefs to rebel⁠‌ against me. They​⁠ just haven’t realized⁠‍ it yet.”

“Exactly.‍​ That’s why, my‌​ lord, you only​‍ need to make⁠ them understand it​‌ for themselves.”

Time⁠‌‍ was on Lucian’s​‍ side, so there⁠ was no need‍ to worry about‍⁠⁠ the repercussions.

What⁠​ mattered was to‍⁠‍ impose absolute control,‌ even through drastic​​ methods.

With‍ time, and when⁠​‌ faced with reality,​​‌ they would eventually⁠⁠ submit on their‌⁠‍ own.

And‌‌ at that very‌‌ moment, Lucian had​⁠​ a clear way‍⁠⁠ to subdue the​​‍ chiefs, even if⁠⁠ only for a short period.

“Crush‍‌​ them with overwhelming‌⁠ force. Faced with⁠ the fear of⁠⁠​ death, anyone submits.”​⁠

***‍‍

Lucian⁠‌‌ recalled the words‍ Ainar had spoken‌​⁠ and curved his⁠‌​ lips slightly.

For​ someone like Lucian,‌​⁠ who already hated‍ things becoming unnecessarily‌​ complicated, it was​ advice that fit‍‌ him perfectly.

‘Besides,​‍‍ the effect is‌ excellent.’

When​ Lucian’s gaze swept​ across the tribe‌‍ chiefs, all of‍⁠ them shuddered at‌‍‍ once.

There‌‌ was no trace​​⁠ left of the‌ fury they had‌‍ shown before; they​‌‍ looked like frogs​‍ trapped under the⁠ gaze of a snake.

Unable​⁠ to even open‍‌ their mouths, Lucian⁠​ addressed them briefly.‍‌⁠

“Sit​‍ down.”

“…”​​

At‌​ the commanding tone,‍‍​ the tribe chiefs‌‌​ frowned, but still‌‌⁠ clumsily bowed and‍‍​ obeyed.

They‌‌ had already understood‌‌‍ that, if Lucian​​⁠ so desired, everyone⁠⁠ present could be‌‌‍ annihilated in an⁠‌ instant.

Once‌⁠⁠ they were all‍⁠ seated, Lucian fixed⁠ his eyes on⁠‍ Broindolf, who had‌‍​ been the first‍ to step forward.‍

“You⁠‌‍ first. Speak.”

“W-what‍ am I supposed⁠ to say?”

“I⁠⁠‍ told you earlier‌‍ to step forward‌‌‌ one by one⁠ and introduce yourselves.‍ Tell me who​​‌ you are.”

“…I’m‌​‌ Broindolf, chief of‌​​ the Red Wolf‌‌⁠ Tribe.”

“Is⁠‌‍ that all?”

“What‍⁠ more is there⁠⁠ to say?”

Broindolf‍⁠ spoke through gritted⁠​‌ teeth, his face‌ pale.

It⁠​​ was a pathetic​‍‍ yet stubborn resistance—even​‌‌ if he died‍ here, he wouldn’t‌⁠‌ give up his​ last shred of‍ pride.

Lucian‌​ let out a faint chuckle, as⁠ if finding his⁠‌ courage somewhat admirable.‍​​

“I⁠‌‍ suppose you’re right.‍‍‍ And the others?”⁠

“I-I​‍⁠ am Otar, chief‌ of the Black‌ Hawk Tribe.”

“I’m‍⁠ Keyal, chief of⁠‍⁠ the White Bear‍​‍ Tribe.”

Every​⁠‍ time Lucian’s gaze‌‌ landed on one‌​‍ of them, the​⁠ chiefs immediately opened‌‍​ their mouths and‍⁠‍ introduced themselves. When​​‌ all five had‌​ finished, Lucian nodded.‌

“Good.⁠‍ Now that the‍​ introductions are over,​ let’s get to‌‍​ the point. Swear‍‍ loyalty to me‍‌​ and cross the​​ tundra with me—or‍​ stay here and​‌ rot. Choose one‍ of the two.”⁠⁠

“Wait‍⁠​ a moment…!”

“There​​ is no negotiation.​‌⁠ Do you really‌‌‍ think you’re in⁠ a position to‌ set terms?”

Faced​‍‌ with a truth​ they couldn’t refute,‌​ the chiefs’ expressions⁠​⁠ darkened all at‌⁠⁠ once.

That‌ man not only‌‌ held the power​⁠ to escape the​‍​ tundra of death,​ but also possessed‍ immeasurable strength. He‍‌ had nothing to⁠⁠​ gain and nothing‌⁠ to fear.

Realizing‍ all the power​ was on the‌​ other side, Otar⁠ spoke in a grave voice.

“Fine.‍ I will swear‌ loyalty. In fact,‍‍ that’s what I came to do.⁠​​ But there’s something‌⁠‌ I want to‌​‍ ask.”

“Speak.”‌‌‍

“Where‌ do you intend‍⁠ to lead us,‍ King? What will‌⁠‍ happen to the​⁠‌ tribes once we‍​⁠ cross the tundra?”‍⁠​

“What​​ will happen? I’ll​ relocate them all​​ to my territory.‍⁠‌ They’ll live together‍⁠​ with the people⁠​ already there.”

“Territory?⁠​​ People?”

“I‌‌‌ mean…”

Lucian‍⁠ calmly explained the⁠ concepts to Otar,​⁠‍ who seemed confused‌‍ by terms he⁠⁠⁠ was hearing for‍‌​ the first time.​

As⁠ the explanation continued,​ the curiosity that‍​​ had shone in⁠⁠​ Otar’s eyes slowly​ faded, turning darker.⁠

When‌‌ Lucian finished, Otar​‌ asked in a trembling voice.

“W-wait‌‌‍ a moment. That‍⁠ means the king‌ owns lands and​‍‍ people beyond the‌‍‍ tundra?”

“That’s‍ right.”

“And⁠‍‍ you intend for⁠⁠‌ our members to‍ live alongside them?”⁠‍⁠

“Exactly.”⁠​

“…Then,‌ what will become‌⁠ of us, the​‍ tribe chiefs?”

The‍​‌ position of chief⁠​ only made sense‍‌ while there was⁠ a clear boundary‍​‌ between the five⁠⁠ tribes.

If‍ all were dissolved‌ and merged into​ one, as Lucian⁠‍​ proposed, that role‌ would no longer‍‌‌ be necessary.

It⁠ would be enough⁠⁠ for Lucian to‍‌​ govern everything directly.‌

“You‌ don’t intend to​⁠​ strip us of⁠‌ our rank and⁠​ reduce us to‍⁠ mere warriors, do​​⁠ you?”

“Why‌ not? That’s exactly‌‌‍ what I intend‌​‍ to do.”

‘This‍‌ bastard…!’

Otar‍‌ was about to‌ curse, but managed‌⁠ to hold back.​ The demonstration of‌​​ power he’d seen⁠‌​ earlier was too‍ overwhelming.

However,​​ surrendering out of‌⁠ fear wasn’t an‍‌ option either—too much⁠ was at stake.‌‌⁠

“Are‌ you sane? Who​‌ would swear loyalty‍​​ under those conditions?”​

“Is‍ holding on to‌ the title of‍​‍ chief in a tundra with no​​​ future more important‍ than going to‌ the land of​ salvation?”

“To​⁠ you it may‌‌ be a trivial‍​ title, but to⁠ us, it’s a position passed down⁠⁠​ from great ancestors‌‍ for generations.”

Though⁠​‍ they didn’t say⁠ it openly, the‍⁠ interests of rulers‌ and the ruled‍⁠‌ often clashed.

For‌​ the tribe members,‌‌‌ it didn’t matter​‌​ much who the⁠‌‌ chief was, as‍ long as they⁠ could go to‍ the land of‍ salvation.

But​ some chiefs preferred​‌⁠ to cling to‌​⁠ power, even if‌ it meant staying‍⁠ behind in the​ tundra. After all,⁠‌ as long as‌⁠⁠ they lived, the‌⁠ tribe could still‍‌​ somehow survive.

“When​ hunting a fierce‌​​ beast, you should‍⁠⁠ always leave it‌‌ a way out.‍ If completely cornered,​ it’ll fight to⁠⁠‍ the death.”

“Then​‍ I’ll just block‌ the retreat and‍ bring reinforcements.”

“What⁠​‌ are you saying?”‌‍​

“Didn’t‍​‌ you hear what⁠‍ I said before?⁠⁠‍ I have a territory and inhabitants.‍⁠ In other words,‍‍ I also have‌‍ an army.”

“…!”​‌‌

At​ the word “army,”⁠‌‌ the chiefs froze.​‌

How‍ had they not‌‍‌ thought of that​‌⁠ before? The blizzard​ disappearing didn’t just​ mean a chance‍​ to cross to‍ the land of⁠⁠ salvation—it also meant⁠ that people from‌⁠ beyond the tundra‌‍​ could invade.

“If​​ you truly don’t⁠ wish to swear​⁠ loyalty, leave. I won’t touch you⁠⁠ immediately. But don’t⁠‌​ think that unstable‍ peace will last‍‍​ forever.”

Lucian‌​⁠ had no intention​‍‍ of tolerating indefinitely‍​ those who refused‍​‌ to swear loyalty‌ and stood against⁠​‍ him.

Realizing⁠ they were trapped​ with no way‌‍​ out, the chiefs‌‌ shut their eyes⁠​⁠ tightly.

***‌​

“To​‍‍ hand over to​ an outsider the‌‌ position our ancestors​‌​ passed down for​‌⁠ hundreds of years…”​‍​

“Damn⁠‍ it… how can⁠ we face them​​⁠ in the same‍‍ grave now?”

After‍ completing the oath‌‍ of loyalty, the​‍‍ five chiefs left‌‌⁠ Lucian’s chamber with​​ ashen faces.

Even⁠⁠ if it was‍‌‌ due to overwhelming⁠​‌ force, in just​ one day they‌⁠​ had lost both‍⁠⁠ their position and⁠​​ their tribes.

Though‍​⁠ many ears were‌‌ around, if they‌​ didn’t vent a little, they wouldn’t‍‍‌ be able to‌⁠​ bear it.

“Calm​ down, everyone. It’s‍ not like there’s⁠ no chance to​⁠​ regain our position.”​

“What‍​ do you mean?”‍⁠​

The​‍⁠ chiefs, who had​‌‍ only been complaining,​​​ turned their attention​‍​ to Skal, chief‌ of the Gray‍ Ermine Tribe. Skal​ looked around with‌ eyes still full‍‍ of life and‍ spoke.

“Even‍​‌ if the king‌​⁠ takes control of‌ all the tribes,​⁠ he doesn’t know​⁠⁠ each individual’s abilities.‍⁠ And as you‌ all know, this⁠⁠ tundra isn’t sustained‍‌‌ by warriors alone.”⁠‌‍

“That’s​‍⁠ true. Someone has‍‍‌ to build houses‍ and make ornaments.”⁠

“In⁠⁠ the end, to⁠​​ assign everyone to​ the right place,‍ he’ll have to⁠​ rely on those‍⁠ who know the‌ people best—us. We​⁠​ may have lost‍ the title of‍ chief, but in‌ the process, we‍ might gain new​ positions, don’t you​ think?”

The⁠ chiefs’ eyes lit‌ up in realization.​

Power‍ isn’t defined so⁠​⁠ much by title‌‍ as by real⁠​ influence.

If‌ they ended up‌​​ in charge of⁠ the tribes they‌ once ruled, their⁠‌⁠ authority wouldn’t differ‌ much from before.​​​

“So⁠ let’s wait patiently.⁠‌ The world doesn’t‌⁠⁠ move on strength‌⁠⁠ alone. The time‍ will come when⁠ the king will‍ need our hands.”‌‍

“I‍​​ see…”

As‌ the chiefs exclaimed‍ with admiration at⁠ the hopeful future​‍ Skal painted, Otar,‌ who had been‍​ quietly listening, let‍‍⁠ out a dry⁠⁠ laugh and muttered‍‍ coldly:

“You’re⁠‌⁠ dreaming.”

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