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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 142

Chapter 142

In‌ the tundra, the​​ concept of full-body‍​ armor doesn’t exist.​⁠

To‌‍​ begin with, iron​‍ is scarce; furthermore,‍​​ metallurgy isn’t developed​‌ enough to craft​​ full-body armor, and​ wearing it over‍​‍ thick clothes for⁠ the cold restricts‍⁠‍ movement far too​​ much.

On‍‌ top of that,⁠‍ due to the‍ tundra’s inferior metallurgy​​‌ compared to the‍ Empire’s and the‍ extreme cold, metal‍⁠ can stick to‍​‌ the skin easily​ and be difficult‌ to remove.

Leather‍ armor might still⁠ exist, but the‍ very concept of‌⁠‌ metal armor could​​‌ hardly be born⁠⁠ in such an‌‌⁠ environment.

And⁠ yet, people described​​ as “foreigners covered‌‍‌ in white iron”‍​ had appeared right‍‌‌ in the middle‍⁠ of the tundra?‍‍

“Where​ are those foreigners⁠ now?”

“They’re‌ waiting for your⁠⁠‍ response in a spot a bit​ farther away. It‌ seemed unwise to⁠⁠ let in people​‍ whose identities we‌ didn’t know right‍ away…”

“They’re‌⁠⁠ people I know.‍ Bring them at‍​ once. I’ll personally⁠ vouch for their​ identity.”

“Yes!”‌

At‍ Lucian’s sharp tone,⁠ Ainar ran off​⁠​ without delay.

Even​​ among full suits‌​ of armor, those⁠‍ colored white were⁠ extremely rare.

And​ if it was‌ an entire group‌ equipped with that⁠ kind of armor,‍‌⁠ Lucian knew only‍ one possibility.

As⁠ expected, shortly after,‍‍ a group of‍ people arrived in⁠ a rush and‍​‌ knelt before Lucian.⁠​

“Gynobi⁠⁠ Clover, of the‍ Blue Rose Knight​⁠‌ Order, greets the‍ duke, Your Highness!”‌‍

“Moritz,‍ of the same​​ order, greets the​ duke, Your Highness!”‌

“I​ also…!”

At‌⁠ the greetings of⁠​ the Blue Rose⁠​ Knight Order, Lucian​⁠‌ nodded.

The‌‌ armor they all⁠‌‍ wore was without​⁠‍ a doubt the​ treasured gear of‍‌ the northern royal​‌ house, which he‌‌⁠ himself had entrusted​ to them before⁠ departing for the⁠‌⁠ tundra.

Lucian‍‍‍ helped the kneeling‌‌ knights to their‌ feet one by‌‍ one and said.‌

“Welcome.‍‌‍ I’d like to‍ say I’m glad‍‌⁠ to see you⁠​​ after so long,‍‌ but I’m afraid‌ I must scold‍⁠ you first.”

“We‍‌‌ deeply apologize.”

The‌​‍ members of the‍ Blue Rose Knight‍‌‌ Order flushed red‍‍ in unison.

That‍⁠ armor was what⁠ Lucian had entrusted⁠​ to them when⁠​ he left, asking⁠‌ them to protect‌ Asagrim while he⁠⁠​ was away.

And⁠ yet, the moment⁠‍‍ the cold lifted,​ they had put‌ it on and‌​ dashed after him‌ without a second⁠‍ thought.

Seen‌ from one angle,‌ it could be⁠ taken as a sign of distrust⁠⁠​ toward Lucian, or​​ as having used​‌ the entrusted treasure‌⁠ as they pleased.​‍‌

“It’s​​​ fine, let’s let‍ it go. I was gone a long time without​​ a word—it’s only⁠‌⁠ natural you wondered⁠ if I was⁠ alive or dead.⁠‍ I’m not completely​ blameless. Let’s forget​ it.”

“We⁠ are grateful for​⁠ Your Highness’ mercy,⁠ as vast as⁠‌⁠ the sea!”

“But⁠ tell me, how‌‍‍ did you get⁠ here? The cold​ only lifted five​‍ days ago… don’t‍​ tell me you⁠​⁠ were waiting this‍⁠ whole time in‌​ Laugrad?”

“To⁠‌‍ be precise, some​ members of the​‌ order took turns‌ staying there on⁠‌​ standby. The moment⁠ we received the‌​​ report that the​​​ cold had lifted​‌ five days ago,​​‍ we departed immediately‌ on horseback.”

The⁠ path from Laugrad​ to the Blue​ Dragon Tribe was​​‌ neither long nor​⁠ particularly dangerous.

Even‍​ so, it used‌​⁠ to take fifteen​ days to travel‌ due to the‍‌‍ frigid temperatures—one small​ mistake in energy​ management could mean‌ freezing to death,‍ so frequent rest‍‌ was unavoidable.

But⁠ that cold had⁠⁠ completely vanished recently,‍⁠ thanks to Lucian.‍​‍

Riding⁠‌​ without worrying about‍ physical strain and​‌ on a clear⁠‍ path, they could’ve​ made it in⁠ three days, not‍​ just five.

Understanding‌‍ the whole situation,‍‍ Lucian furrowed his‍‌‍ brow.

“That‍ was reckless. Did⁠‍‌ you even know‌ what was beyond⁠‌ the road before‍‌ charging in so⁠ unprepared?”

Lucian⁠ had been sure⁠ the path was​ safe because he‍⁠ had Helen guiding⁠⁠ him.

But⁠ the Blue Rose‍​‌ Knights had forged⁠‍ ahead without any​‌ guide, into a completely unknown world.‍​

If​ there had been‌ hidden natural traps,⁠​‍ like cliffs covered​​⁠ by snowdrifts, they​ could have been‍‍‌ wiped out.

“The​‌ fact that I passed through first‌‍⁠ is no excuse⁠‌ for you. Unlike⁠‍‍ me, who had‍ a guide, you​​ had no idea⁠⁠‌ how to respond‌‌ to an unexpected⁠‌⁠ situation.”

“Your‌ Highness’s words are⁠ a hundred times⁠​‌ correct. We have‌​ no excuse. However,‍‍​ there was news​⁠ we had to⁠ deliver—even at the​ cost of our​​ lives and honor.”‌‍⁠

“What⁠‌ are you talking⁠ about?”

“The‌​​ regent of Asagrim‍​⁠ is in a difficult situation.”

Lucian’s‌​ expression hardened.

He‍‍‌ hadn’t expected much‍‍ from Hans, but​‌​ he’d thought that​ at least for‌⁠​ half a year,⁠⁠​ the area would​‍ remain calm, if⁠⁠ only out of​‌‌ fear of him.​

However,‌​​ it hadn’t been‍ that long since⁠ he’d left, and‌​ already a problem​‍​ had erupted.

“What⁠‍ exactly happened?”

At​​ Lucian’s question, the‌ knight bowed his‍ head in shame‍ and replied.

“The‌​ merchants have conspired⁠‍​ and are pressuring‍​‌ the regent to⁠‌⁠ make a decision.”‍⁠

***​‌

No​ territory can be​​ completely self-sufficient in​‍ resources.

Whether‌ it’s luxury goods‍⁠ or basic necessities,​ trading with other‌‍‌ territories is essential‍⁠‌ to obtain what’s⁠ needed.

And‌ the ones who⁠‍ connected these trade‌ networks were, precisely,​ the merchants.

In‌​ a way, they⁠‌ were a crucial⁠ existence for the⁠ administration of a territory.

Even​ so, there wasn’t⁠ a single lord‍ who treated them​ with special consideration.‍‌

‘Why‌ should I treat‌ guys well when‌​ they only trade‌ for their own‍‌‌ profit?’

It‍ wasn’t mere disdain,‍‌⁠ but a statement‍ very close to‍ the truth.

In​‍ the end, the‍ one who profited⁠⁠‌ most from trade‍‌‌ was the merchant,‍ and when those‍ profits dropped, the‌⁠⁠ merchant would abandon⁠ the business without‌⁠ a care for‌ the lord’s situation.‍

Why⁠​‍ thank someone who,​⁠‍ no matter how⁠‌⁠ “essential” they were,⁠ only looked out⁠ for themselves?

In‍⁠⁠ fact, for merchants,​​ the territorial lord​‌ was an absolute‍​‌ master who could​​‍ abuse his position​​ unilaterally.

“The​ territory’s finances aren’t‌‌‍ doing well, so‍‌ I’ll charge a bit more tax⁠ than usual. You‍‍⁠ don’t mind, right?”‌

“This​​ is unacceptable! After​‌ all I’ve given‌‍ you until now,‌‍ my lord!”

“Even‌‍ so, I know​​​ exactly how much⁠⁠ profit you’ve made.⁠⁠‍ If you don’t‌​⁠ like it, quit‍‌ and get out.”‍​

“…”⁠

From‍ the merchant’s point‍‌ of view, it​ was unbearably unfair,​​⁠ but there weren’t‌ many alternatives.

Setting‌​​ aside the difference⁠‍​ in status, the​ moment they lost‍​ the right to‍⁠ trade, the losses​⁠​ were far too‌ great.

If‍‍ they couldn’t trade⁠ in that territory,⁠ they risked losing​⁠‌ an important trading⁠ post or even​ a major partner⁠⁠ entirely.

To‍⁠ make matters worse,​ there were always‌ vultures circling—competitors waiting‌‌‍ to snatch up‍ any freed-up trade‌ rights.

‘Even⁠‍ if it’s dirty‍ and unfair, I have no choice⁠​ but to obey⁠ the lord. If​⁠‌ I recklessly defy‌ him, all my​ trade rights will‌‍‍ end up in‌ the hands of‍ my rivals.’

Even‍⁠ after turbulent times⁠‍‌ began, merchants’ situations​‍ didn’t improve.

No,​⁠ they actually got‌ much worse than‍ in peaceful times.​‍⁠

It‍‍⁠ was a world‌‌ where even territorial​‍‌ lords could lose‌ their land and⁠ be beheaded over‌⁠​ a single mistake.‌⁠​ In such a setting, with no​‌⁠ room to think⁠ about the future,‌ what would happen⁠‌ if a merchant⁠⁠​ showed up with⁠‌ something urgent?

In⁠ the blink of‌ an eye, he’d‌⁠ be beheaded, and⁠​‍ everything he brought‌‌ to trade would‌ be stolen.

And⁠‌ now, when signs‍‍ of chaos were⁠ already appearing, not⁠​ only were they‌ trying to collude,⁠​‌ but they were‍‍​ threatening the lord⁠ regent?

“Explain⁠‌ in detail. What‌‌​ exactly have these‍​ merchants done?”

“Not‍‌​ only have they​ raised the price⁠ of necessities for‌ the people several‍ times over, they’re⁠​ also demanding exclusive⁠‍​ trade rights for‍ certain products.”

“And​‍ the regent? Did‌ he accept their⁠​ demands?”

“He‌ hasn’t accepted them,‌‍‌ but he also⁠‍ can’t refuse. The‍‍ merchants are taking‍‍⁠ a hard stance,‌​ saying if their​​‌ terms aren’t met,‌‍ there will be⁠⁠⁠ no trade.”

“Ah.”‌‌⁠

Lucian​ ran a hand‌‌⁠ through his hair.‍

He‌ finally understood the​​ merchants’ true goal.⁠⁠

‘These‌​​ bastards figured out​‍‌ Hans lacks experience‌⁠​ and are forcing‍‍ the situation on⁠ purpose.’

If‍‍ Lucian himself were‌ in charge, their‌⁠ attempt wouldn’t have​‍‍ had the slightest‌⁠⁠ effect.

He​‍ could simply grit‍‌‍ his teeth and⁠ endure losses for⁠⁠ a few months,⁠‍ and the merchants‍‍⁠ would be the⁠​ first to panic​​ about their own‍ livelihoods.

The⁠ problem was that⁠‌⁠ Hans was acting‌​ as the regent.‌

‘It’s​​⁠ not the same​​ for me to‍‍ personally absorb losses​‍ as it is⁠‍ for Hans to⁠ make a decision‌ that ends up​ hurting me.’

A trusted subordinate, precisely‍⁠ because of that⁠‍‌ trust, can’t make‍ decisions that would‍⁠‍ damage their lord.‌ Hans likely understood,⁠‌⁠ in broad terms,​ how to deal‌⁠ with merchants like​⁠ these.

But​​ because the consequences‍ wouldn’t fall on‌‌ him, but on⁠ Lucian, he was‌ trapped, unable to​​‌ move forward or⁠⁠ back.

The⁠‍⁠ merchants had accurately‍‌ exploited this fundamental⁠‍​ limitation of the​‍ “regent” role.

‘Clever,‍​ I’ll give them​⁠ that but now‌‌ that I think‍‌ about it, something‌⁠ feels off. Do⁠‍ they not plan⁠ to keep trading⁠‌ long-term?’

They⁠ had clearly identified​‍⁠ Asagrim’s weakness and‌⁠ hit it directly.‌⁠⁠

If‍⁠ Hans accepted the​⁠‍ deal, Lucian—having granted​​ Hans full authority—would​ have no choice⁠ but to honor‍ the agreement.

But‍ what about the​⁠ resentment it would‍‌ cause? That, they⁠‍‍ couldn’t control.

They‌ might get a huge one-time profit,​ but when Lucian⁠​ unleashed his fury⁠ afterward, it would‍‍ end in a bloodbath.

“Who’s‌‌​ the ringleader? There’s‍ no way all‍‍ the merchants went⁠ insane at once.‍⁠ Someone has to‍‌ be leading this.”‍

It’s⁠‌ one thing to⁠​ be able to​ do something, and⁠⁠‌ another to dare⁠ to do it.⁠ No matter how‍‍ great the profit,‌‍‌ if the merchants⁠‌​ were in their⁠‍ right mind, they’d‍‍‌ never dream of‌⁠ such blatant blackmail.​‍‍

If‍ they still went‌‍ through with it,‌‍‍ then someone had​ pushed them—someone who‌‌ claimed they’d take​ responsibility.

“Even‌‌ if it’s only​‌‍ a hunch, tell‌‌​ me who’s acting​​‌ as their representative.”‍‍

“It’s‌​ the Dominic Merchant⁠ Guild. Though they‍⁠ claim they’re all‍ equals, when it‍ comes to important⁠ matters, they’re always⁠​‍ the first to⁠‌ move.”

“Dominic?​ Don’t tell me​‌‍ you mean the‌​ Dominic Merchant Guild‍ led by Dominic‍​​ the Steel?”

“That’s​ right.”

“Ha.”​

So⁠‌‍ it was Dominic,​⁠​ after all.

Seven‍‍‍ forked tongues, a man cursed with⁠ every breath, target⁠​ of every assassin.‍

That​​⁠ scum, infamous across​‌​ the continent in⁠‌ Lucian’s past life—was‌‍ he twisting around​ again, unable to⁠⁠ let go of‍⁠‌ his old ways?⁠

‘Actually,⁠ this might work​ in my favor.​​ If Dominic’s the‍‍​ opponent, then there’s‌‌ no need for‌​ me to hold‌‍ back either.’

The‍⁠​ corner of Lucian’s‌⁠⁠ lips curled up.‌

If‍ the other party⁠ wasn’t thinking about​ consequences, then Lucian​⁠ had no reason​⁠ to, either. And,​ of course, his‌⁠​ way of responding‍​ was simple.

“I⁠​ get the general⁠​⁠ picture now. But‍​ I still have​ matters to handle‌ here, so I can’t return immediately.‍‍ Instead, deliver this​‍ message to the‌‌⁠ regent.”

“Please⁠ tell me.”

“Have⁠ him accept the⁠ merchants’ proposal—but until‍ I return, every​ transaction must be‌⁠⁠ made on credit.⁠‌​ Also, all exclusive⁠ trade rights are‌‌‌ to be consolidated⁠‍‌ under the Dominic‍⁠⁠ Merchant Guild.”

“…!?”‌⁠

At​​ Lucian’s order, the‍ knights were stunned.⁠⁠​

After​ all that, he⁠​⁠ was telling them‌​‍ to accept the‌ merchants’ demands? And⁠⁠ even hand all⁠ the exclusive rights​ over to one⁠ single guild, instead​‍​ of dividing them?​

“Y-Your‌​‍ Highness… we don’t‌⁠‌ know what your‍⁠ plan is, but‌‍​ this is far‍ too dangerous.”

“Dangerous?⁠ What’s dangerous about‌ it?”

“This⁠​​ is a huge‍​ matter. Even if‍‌​ they’re just merchants,⁠‍⁠ if Your Highness⁠ makes a direct⁠​ statement on something​‌ this major…”

The‍ knight left the‍​‍ sentence unfinished, but​​ his meaning was‍⁠‍ clear.

This‌‍⁠ wasn’t some passing⁠ whim, but a deal involving massive‌​ profits.

No‌‌⁠ matter how absolute⁠​ a lord’s position‍‌‍ was over merchants,‍ a contract of⁠‌‍ this magnitude couldn’t‌⁠‌ be casually broken.​‌​

If⁠ it were, the‍​‌ lord’s name and‌ credibility would be‍ in ruins.

The‍ merchants whose contract‍ was invalidated might‍​‌ be ruined, but⁠ the lord would⁠⁠ carry the stain​⁠ on his reputation⁠‍‌ for life.

However,‌ Lucian brushed off‌‌ the knight’s concern​ with a short‍‍‍ reply.

“Don’t‌​ worry. I have​ no intention of⁠ breaking my promise​‍ to those guys.”‍​⁠

“You​‌⁠ mean you plan​‍ to accept all⁠​ their demands?”

“No.”​​‍

Lucian‍‌‌ smiled slightly and⁠‌‍ said.

“Before⁠⁠ I even lift​‍ a finger, the‌‌ Dominic Merchant Guild​ will be the‍⁠ one to break​ the contract.”

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