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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 143

Chapter 143

The⁠⁠⁠ Order of the‌‍ Blue Rose Knights‌​ couldn’t fully grasp⁠ Lucian’s words, but​ they decided to​‌ set off to‌‌⁠ deliver the command.‌‍⁠

Deciphering‌ the hidden intent‍ behind an order‍‍⁠ wasn’t a knight’s‍ virtue, but a strategist’s.

As⁠‍ knights, their duty​‌‌ was to obey⁠​ faithfully, regardless of‌ any underlying motives.​​‍

“Understood.⁠‍ Then I’ll deliver⁠‍‌ the orders just⁠ as we received⁠⁠‍ them to the‍​‍ acting lord.”

“I‍‍‌ appreciate it.”

“However,​​​ I’ll remain here.​‌ His Highness may​​ not need my‌ guidance, but I brought a horse,‌‌‍ so I could⁠ be useful if⁠​⁠ an urgent matter‌​ arises.”

“That’s⁠ true as well.”​

Lucian⁠‌ nodded at the‍⁠‍ proposal of the​ knight who introduced⁠‌​ himself as Moritz.‌ The fact that‌ he had brought‍‍​ a horse meant‍​⁠ he could deliver⁠‍‌ messages quickly if‍ needed.

Although​ Lucian didn’t require​​​ a knight’s strength,‍ it was wise‌‍ to leave someone‌⁠‍ as a liaison,‌‌‌ just in case.⁠⁠‌

Once⁠‌ the members of⁠​ the Blue Rose​⁠‍ Order departed and‌ Moritz was left‍⁠ alone, he watched‍‌‌ the tribe preparing⁠⁠ for migration and​⁠‌ let out a quiet exclamation of⁠‌ awe.

“By‍​​ the way, on‌‍‍ the way here​ I observed the‍ surroundings, and everyone​ is impressively built.⁠ Are these the⁠​​ former countrymen beyond‌​⁠ the wasteland Your‌⁠ Highness mentioned?”

“That’s‌‌‌ right. They’re the‍⁠ ones who split‍⁠ from the founder​‌ of the northern‌ royal house more‌ than a thousand⁠⁠ years ago.”

“They​​​ all seem to‍ be preparing for‍⁠⁠ migration. It looks‌‌⁠ like you’ve already‍‍‍ brought them all​ under your command.”‌

“In⁠ many ways, I was quite lucky.‍⁠‍ Thanks to that,⁠​ I’ll be able‍‍⁠ to return earlier‍‍​ than expected, so‌ it’s a relief.”⁠⁠​

Lucian⁠ said it casually,‌‍​ but the more‍‌ they spoke, the‍‌‌ darker Moritz’s expression‍ became.

At​ a glance, it‍‍‌ was clear that‍ just putting weapons‍‌‌ in their hands‌‌ would make them‌​ far superior to‌⁠ any ordinary elite‍​‌ soldier.

Maybe‍ individually they weren’t‌‍‌ at a knight’s⁠​‌ level, but if​ they all took⁠⁠ up arms, they​‍ wouldn’t be inferior​ to an average​ order of knights.​

‘We’re‌‍ no longer an​ essential presence to‌​ His Highness.’

That‍ thought left a bitter taste.

The⁠⁠ Blue Rose Order‌‍ was directly subordinate​​ to the imperial‍​ family.

As‍​ long as their‌‍⁠ loyalty lay with⁠​‌ the emperor, they‍‌ would eventually have⁠​ to complete their‌ mission and return​ to the imperial‍ palace.

However,‍ at the same‍‍ time, part of​ him wanted to‌​ put down roots‌‌ here.

‘This​ is so much‍⁠ better than those‌‌ days when we‌‍⁠ only cleaned up‌​‍ after other imperial‌ orders. Not only⁠‍ do we have​​ His Highness’s trust,‍⁠⁠ but we were​‍ also given a treasure like this.’​​

Moritz’s‍‍‍ hand unconsciously moved​‍ to the armor​ on his chest.​‌

It‍​‍ was high-quality armor⁠‍‍ issued by the‌​ imperial palace, but⁠⁠ it couldn’t compare‍‍​ to the treasures⁠⁠⁠ of the ancient‌ northern royal house.‌

On⁠ top of that,‍ being treated as‍‌​ a close aide‌‍‍ to the new‍ sovereign of the‍​ north—for any knight,‍ that was something​​ the heart couldn’t​‌ ignore.

‘If⁠ things go well,​ maybe we really‍⁠ could settle down​ here.’

Betraying​​ the lord he​ had sworn loyalty⁠‌ to as a knight was a grave dishonor, but‍⁠ in the current⁠ chaos, it wasn’t​​ entirely unthinkable.

The‌​‍ emperor, his lord,‌‌ was missing, and⁠‌ it wasn’t even⁠‍ clear who the‍ successor would be.⁠‍ Add to that‍ the blatant neglect⁠ of the Blue‍‍ Rose Order.

Under⁠ such circumstances, quietly‌ switching sides seemed‌⁠⁠ possible. He thought‌ that if Lucian‍‍​ sincerely asked, he‌‌ might accept without​​ too much regret.​

But.​​

‘There’s⁠‍​ no way he⁠​ would even ask…’‍‍⁠

Moritz‌​ flinched when he⁠ heard Lucian’s voice​⁠ interrupting his thoughts⁠‍ and quickly bowed​​ his head.

“Ah,‍ it’s nothing. I was just once⁠‌ again admiring Your​ Highness’s ability to⁠​ subdue them.”

“You‌‍ flatter me too‌ much. Anyway, the​​ migration will take​ place in five​ days, so until‌⁠ then, feel free​‌​ to look around.‍ Once we leave,‌​‍ we won’t return‍‌‌ to this land,​ so it will‍​ be a valuable‌⁠‍ experience.”

After⁠ saying that, Lucian‍ walked off to⁠⁠ oversee the progress⁠ of the migration,⁠​‌ leaving Moritz behind.‌​ The knight followed⁠‌ his back with⁠‌ a conflicted look.​‍​

‘When‍‌ I return, I’ll‌⁠‍ have to tell⁠ the others.’

That⁠‍‍ if they truly⁠​ wanted to settle‌‌‌ down here, they​⁠ couldn’t just wait​⁠ for Lucian to‍​‌ make the offer.⁠​⁠

Maybe⁠ it should be‍‍​ them—the Blue Rose‍ Order—who begged to​​​ be allowed to⁠​ serve him.

***‌

A large-scale migration was‌‌ rarely completed without⁠​ setbacks.

Depending⁠​ on the distance​ and the makeup‌‍‍ of the population,‌⁠ material losses and​​⁠ even human casualties‍ almost always occurred‌‌ during relocation.

After​​‌ all, it was‍ essentially a massive⁠​‍ move — and‍⁠ the reason there‍ were often casualties‌⁠⁠ beyond material losses⁠‌‌ was simple.

‘Not‍ all migrants are​ healthy adults.’

When​⁠ a group had‍‌‌ put down roots‌‌‍ and lived in‌ a place for‍ a long time,‌ it was natural‌⁠ that its makeup‌‌‍ would be diverse.‍‌‍ Elderly people, those​​ with disabilities, the​‍ sick — many‌​ lacked the physical‍‍‍ endurance needed to​ survive such a migration.

Having‍‌‌ to travel for​‍ weeks or even​‍ months made deaths​‍‍ inevitable.

However,‌‍ the tribes of​‍ the tundra were‌ free from that​​​ problem.

“With⁠⁠ weather like this,​⁠⁠ they could keep‍​⁠ moving for years,​ not just weeks.‌​ A few days⁠​‍ is like taking⁠​ a nap.”

“Still,‌​​ there must be⁠​⁠ some people with‍⁠‌ weak constitutions.”

“It’s​​ not that sickly‌​ people aren’t born,⁠ but among those‌ who remain, there‍ are none left.​‍‌ They died long​ ago.”

The‌ tundra was such​⁠‍ a hellish place⁠ that the weak⁠ simply couldn’t survive⁠‍ long.

Even‍ if they had⁠‌⁠ family to care⁠‌​ for them, if⁠‌‌ their bodies couldn’t⁠⁠‌ withstand the cold,‌‌‌ there was no‍​ way they could⁠‌ live for long.​‌

Frozen‌‌ lungs with every​⁠ breath, shortened life​‌⁠ expectancy — none‍ of that could‍‌ be overcome with‍​ dedication alone.

“Everyone‌ migrating now is‌ naturally strong. Unless⁠ they kill each‌‍ other fighting, there’s​ no need to‌ worry about deaths‌​ from exhaustion.”

“In‍​ that case, that’s‌ a relief.”

— Skreeee!

While⁠‌ speaking with Gunstein,​​ Lucian’s eyes widened⁠‌‍ at the distant​‍ roar of a beast.

When⁠ he asked what‍⁠​ was going on​⁠⁠ and sent someone⁠⁠ to check, a member of the‍ tribe who had‍ been at the‍⁠‍ rear came forward‌ shortly after to‍‍ explain.

“A‌​ snow leopard appeared.‌‌ It seems it​ tried to attack‌‍⁠ some children who​⁠‍ had fallen behind.”‍

“Were⁠ there any injuries?”⁠‌

“Eh?⁠ The children caught⁠ it on the‌​⁠ spot.”

“…”⁠

Lucian‌‌ was speechless at‍ the tribesman’s expression,⁠ as if asking‌‍ what was so​​​ strange about that.‍‍

To‌ them, a predator​‍ like a snow​ leopard seemed to‌⁠⁠ be little more​ than a particularly⁠‍ aggressive weasel.

After‌ that, just as‌​ Gunstein had said,‌‍​ the migration advanced‍ surprisingly smoothly.

Though‌​ the cold had‌‍‌ lessened, the road‍​ was still covered⁠ in snow. Even⁠⁠​ so, not a single person caught‌⁠‍ a cold while⁠​‍ sleeping outdoors.

The​ astonishing endurance shown‍​‌ even by ordinary​ tribe members made‍‌‌ Lucian’s group click⁠ their tongues.

“These​ people — in⁠⁠ terms of physical‌‍‌ stamina alone, don’t‌ they surpass most⁠ knights?”

“Could‍ be.”

With⁠‌ such vitality, it​‌ wouldn’t be surprising​ if, even during​‍⁠ an epidemic, only⁠‌⁠ other regions were‍‌ wiped out and‍ they returned unscathed.​

What⁠⁠‍ started as a half-joke gradually turned‍ into a strange‍​‍ conviction.

“Your‍‍ Highness, Laugrad is​ in sight.”

“…!”⁠‌‍

At‌ Raymond’s whisper, Lucian⁠‌ lifted his head.‍⁠

The‌‌‍ entrance to the​⁠ tundra, and at‍​ the same time‌ the northernmost tip​ of the territory,‌​ appeared before his​‍ eyes once again⁠⁠ after so long.⁠

Crossing‌ from the tundra​⁠⁠ lands into the⁠⁠​ empire’s territory, Lucian​ smiled.

“We’ve‌⁠ finally returned.”

In‌‌⁠ that instant, the‍​ titles of Marquess‍​ of Asagrim and‌​‍ Duke of Grimaldi⁠‍ — which he‌ had set aside‌​​ until now — once again settled‍ upon his head‌‍​ like a crown.‌

***‍‌‍

Although‍‍​ they had returned‍‌ to imperial territory,‌​⁠ they couldn’t head‌⁠‌ straight to Asagrim​ with all the​⁠‍ tribe members in⁠‌‍ tow.

Not‍ just because of⁠ the time it‌ would take, but‌‍‌ because, after so‌ much hardship, they‌‍‍ needed at least​⁠⁠ a brief and⁠ proper rest.

“Physical‍⁠⁠ strength is one‍‍‍ thing, but the‍ mental fatigue must’ve​‍ built up quite‍⁠ a bit. It’s‍​ best to ease‌​‌ it.”

“You’re‍‌ right. The problem‍ is which territory⁠‍​ to visit. If⁠‌ we show up​ suddenly with all‍‍⁠ of them, there’s​‍⁠ not a single‌ lord who’d be‌ happy.”

“Of⁠⁠ course not. Just‍‌ feeding and housing⁠​⁠ them would cost​ a fortune.”

It​​​ wasn’t for nothing⁠ that people said⁠‌‍ armies were endless‍⁠ money pits. They​‍ produced nothing and​‌ only consumed.

For‌⁠⁠ a group even​ larger than the‌ average army to‌ appear out of‌ nowhere demanding food​‌​ and shelter, it‍ wouldn’t be strange​‌ if the local​‍ lord clutched his​⁠‍ neck and collapsed‍‍⁠ from shock.

“So‍​‍ we need someone⁠​ who can afford​​‍ it willingly — or someone who⁠‍​ doesn’t mind bearing‌⁠‍ a grudge.”

“The​ first one seems‍‍​ unlikely. Any lords⁠⁠ of the second‍ kind around here?”‌

“Of‍‌ course.”

Lucian‌ smiled and pulled‍‌⁠ out a list​‍‍ he had prepared​‌​ in advance before⁠​ leaving the tundra.⁠‌‌

It​ wasn’t long, since‍ he wrote it⁠⁠‌ from memory, but‍‌ one thing was​⁠ certain — every‍‍ name belonged to⁠ someone who had‌ once had quite‍​⁠ a close relationship‍​ with the house​‌ of Count Calix.‌

After​ reviewing it again,⁠‍ Lucian decided to​ visit, in order,⁠‌‌ the closest territories​‌⁠ along the way‌⁠‌ to Asagrim.

“Y-Your‌⁠‍ Highness! What is​⁠ the meaning of‍‍ all this?”

When‌ Lucian appeared leading‌​‌ the tribe, the‌‌ local lords rushed⁠⁠ out, terrified.

Even‌‍ though they were​ a ragtag crowd,‍ just putting weapons⁠​‍ in their hands‌‌⁠ would make them⁠ look like they​ could take a castle instantly.

It​ was impossible not‍‍ to be scared.​⁠‌

Lucian⁠‌ gave them a calm smile and‍​​ spoke.

“No‌‍ need to panic.‌​ These are countrymen‍‍‍ who separated from​‌ the royal bloodline‌‌ of the north‍‍‌ a thousand years‍​ ago. I suppose‌ you’ve at least​​ heard why I traveled beyond the⁠ tundra.”

“So‍ these are the​ ones Your Highness‌⁠‍ mentioned…?”

“That’s‍ right. They’ve come⁠ to serve me,​ along with the‍ dragon’s heart. They⁠​‍ will be my‌​ subjects — and​ my army.”

The​⁠ lords’ expressions darkened.‌

The‌⁠‌ elite forces of⁠​ the White Castle,⁠‌‌ including the Blue‌ Rose Order, were​⁠ troops loaned by‍⁠⁠ the emperor.

For​​​ political reasons, their⁠⁠ use could be‍ limited — or​ even withdrawn by‌⁠⁠ imperial decree.

But⁠⁠‌ if Lucian recruited⁠⁠⁠ his own subjects⁠ and formed a permanent army, the‌ situation changed completely.​

He​ would have military‍‌‌ power he could‌ command at will,⁠​⁠ without any outside‌⁠‌ interference.

For‌⁠​ those who had‍‌ once been close‍⁠⁠ to Count Calix’s​‌⁠ house, it was‍‍ terrifying.

‘Damn‌​ it. I thought‍‌​ he was delusional‌ with his hero​⁠‍ fantasies, but there‍ really were monsters‍ like this beyond‌​ the tundra.’

‘And‌ on top of‌⁠ that, they’re all‌ taller and bulkier‍ than any regular⁠​​ man. Where were⁠‌ these giants hiding?’‍​

“What‌​ are you thinking‌ about so deeply?”‌​

At​‌ Lucian’s quiet remark,‌ the lords flinched​ and bowed their‍‌ heads immediately.

“W-we’re⁠​ just so impressed​‍ by Your Highness’s‌⁠​ achievements that we⁠​⁠ were left speechless!‌ We beg your⁠ forgiveness!”

“Haha.‌ No need to​ flatter me that‍⁠ much. Without some‌ luck, even I wouldn’t have managed⁠ it.”

“It’s⁠⁠‌ not flattery! It’s​⁠‌ sincere praise! Your⁠‌ Highness’s achievements will​‌​ be remembered throughout‍ the empire!”

“You⁠ think so? Then​‍​ allow me to⁠ help you take​‍ part in this⁠⁠ achievement as well.”‍​

“Huh?”‌‍

Lucian⁠ smiled coldly and⁠⁠ got straight to‍ the point.

“As‍‍‍ you can see,⁠​‍ the people I brought are many,‌‍ but we lack‌ food and places‌‌ to sleep. We‍⁠⁠ need a bit‍‌ of help.”

“…!”​⁠

“We’re‍‌‌ not settling here,‌ just staying briefly.⁠ During that short​‍ time, I hope​ I can count​‌ on your hospitality.”​⁠‌

Understanding​‍ what he meant,​ the lords’ faces⁠⁠ turned pale all⁠ at once.

Feeding‍‌ and housing all‍​ those people for‌ several days?

Even​​⁠ if temporary, the‌​ expense would be​⁠‌ enormous. As the‌⁠‍ lords opened and‍​⁠ closed their mouths,​ unable to respond,‌⁠ Lucian finished.

“I‍‍‍ trust you won’t⁠​⁠ refuse. You may​‌​ one day meet​ again those who⁠‍ will become my⁠‌ army. And, if‌⁠‌ possible, wouldn’t it‌‌ be better to‌​​ remain in their⁠ memory as grateful‌ benefactors?”

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