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A Mercenary’s Rebirth Among Nobles Chapter 144

Chapter 144

The‍ lords, in the‌‍ end, had no‍ choice but to​ prepare food and‌‍‍ lodging, even if‍ reluctantly.

Ideally,‍‍ they would have‍ made do with​⁠ some watery gruel⁠ and old mats,‍‍ but the guest‍ was none other⁠ than the conqueror⁠‍ of the North.‍⁠⁠

If‌‍‌ they showed even​ the slightest lack​‍ of care here,‌‍ they didn’t know⁠ what consequences they⁠⁠ might face, so⁠​​ they had to⁠ take on huge‌ expenses and tend⁠ to every detail.‌‍‍

“How​‍ much food and‍⁠⁠ how many spices‍‌‍ are left in‌‍‌ the stores?”

“We​ have enough to​⁠⁠ last about ten⁠‌ days without issue.‌‌ The problem is‌‌⁠ that we don’t‌⁠ have enough hands‌⁠‌ to cook…”

“Even‌​ if it takes​‍​ time, prepare the⁠​ food properly. If⁠ we serve dried,‍⁠⁠ poorly made meals,‌​​ the duke won’t‍⁠‍ sit idly by.”‌‍

“And⁠⁠ the lodging? No‍ matter how much⁠ we want to,‌‍​ it’s impossible to‍‌⁠ fit all those⁠ people inside the⁠‌​ castle.”

“There’s‍​ no choice but​ to set up​‍ tents outside the⁠​ walls and hand‌ out blankets. If​‍ they’re wool, they’ll⁠ be warmer than⁠‌ in any decent⁠‍⁠ inn.”

“Wool‌ blankets? That’s a luxury item! We​ don’t have that‌​‍ many!”

“Bring⁠⁠‍ every single one!​ If it’s not⁠‍ enough, buy them‌​ from the merchants,​‍ and if they‌‌​ still fall short,‌⁠⁠ request help from​ other territories!”

To⁠‌ host guests who‍⁠​ had arrived without​ warning, the lords⁠‌ ran around non-stop.‌​‍

At‍ the same time,⁠​‌ they watched their⁠ gold coins disappear​​‌ like a waterfall‌ and felt as⁠ though their hearts‍⁠​ were bleeding. All‍‍ the money they⁠⁠‌ had worked so​⁠ hard to gather!​

However,‌‍ the tribe members‌ receiving their hospitality‍ had no idea‍​ of that suffering‍⁠ and couldn’t stop‍ marveling.

“By​⁠⁠ the heavens. Look‌ at this, it​⁠‌ has chunks in‍ it I’ve never‍⁠ seen before! There’s‌‌‍ an incredible amount‍⁠‍ of food!”

“Were​ vegetables this easy‍‍⁠ to get? And‌⁠⁠ what’s this spicy⁠‌ flavor that lingers​​⁠ on the tongue?”‍‌

“This‍ is crazy. Feeding​​ this many people​​ in a single‍ day — how​⁠ many resources must‌⁠ they have?”

No‌ matter how much​‌ effort the lords‍‌ had put in,‍‍​ it was still​‌​ just a stew‌‍⁠ you could find⁠‍⁠ in any ordinary⁠​ household.

But​‍‍ even such a simple stew was⁠‌​ enough to cause⁠⁠⁠ a huge impact‌​​ on the tribe⁠‍ members.

It‌‌ wasn’t food reserved‌‍⁠ for rulers, and​‍ yet it was⁠ full of ingredients.‌‌‌

“And⁠‌ it’s not just‍​ that. Look at‌‍ those massive stone⁠‍⁠ walls. Just by‍‍ closing the gates,‌ it feels like⁠‌ they could stop⁠⁠​ any army in‌‌​ the world.”

“And⁠​⁠ the metallurgy? The⁠ tip of the​​​ gate guard’s spear​​ is way sharper‍‌‍ than my own​‍ weapon — and‍ I’m a warrior.”⁠‌​

“To‍⁠​ think that a land like this‌‍‍ existed less than‌ fifteen days away…‌⁠ if the king​ hadn’t guided us,⁠‌⁠ by now…”

When‌ one of the⁠‍ warriors left the‍‌ sentence unfinished, the⁠⁠⁠ entire tribe shuddered.‌⁠

They⁠​‍ pictured themselves starving​​ and freezing to​‌‍ death, while now​ they were patting‌‍ their full bellies⁠​ just a short⁠‌ distance away.

In‌⁠‍ the heavy silence,⁠ someone raised a steaming bowl of‍‌ stew high and​‍⁠ shouted.

“Glory⁠‌⁠ to the king‌ who led us⁠​ to the land‍ of salvation!”

“…Long⁠ live the King‌⁠ of Prophecy!”

“May‌ he be blessed⁠ by the great​⁠‍ ancestors!”

Once​‍‌ it started, the‌​ cry spread like⁠‍ a wave throughout​⁠ the tribe.

The‍‌‌ thunderous cheers echoed‍ even within the⁠‍ walls, enough to​‌⁠ make the castle’s‌⁠⁠ inhabitants nervous.

The‌ lords, still busy​‌⁠ attending to the‍⁠ tribe, grimaced upon‌⁠‍ hearing the praises⁠ directed at Lucian.‌

‘Damn‌​‌ it, we’re the​ ones feeding them.’‌⁠

‘We‌ provide the money,⁠‍‌ and someone else‌‍ gets the praise.’‍‌

‘Just⁠ endure it. If⁠‌ we show any‍‌ displeasure here, the⁠ duke might remember⁠‍ our faces well.’⁠​‍

It‍‌ was dirty and‍​ humiliating, but after⁠⁠​ having been connected​​ to Calix in⁠ the past, they⁠‌ had no choice.⁠

Swallowing‌‍ their bitterness, the‌ lords kept spending⁠​‍ their money to‌‍​ attend to the‍ tribe, watching how​‌⁠ all their effort‍⁠ turned entirely into​⁠ loyalty toward Lucian.⁠

***⁠⁠⁠

Lucian​ continued ascending toward‌‌ Asagrim at the‍⁠‌ head of the​​ tribe members.

As​⁠‍ expected, all the⁠​​ expenses incurred along​ the way fell‍ entirely on the‍ lords who had⁠‍‍ once had ties​ with Calix.

The​​‍ tribe members, amazed⁠​ by the food​ and lodging they⁠‍​ kept receiving, continued‌ to sing praises​⁠​ without end.

Before​‍‍ long, Lucian was‍‌ able to reach⁠​‍ his own territory,‍​ which was closer​⁠ than Asagrim.

“Welcome,⁠⁠⁠ Your Highness. We’ve⁠​‍ been waiting for⁠​ you.”

“Fritz?”‌

Lucian‌⁠ opened his eyes‌‍ in surprise at⁠ the appearance of⁠ an unexpected person.‍‍ Fritz, whom he​ had appointed as​​ a messenger officer‍ in Asagrim, had‍‌ come out to​​ meet him.

“Why​ are you here?​ You should be‌‍​ in Asagrim.”

“The‍⁠‌ lord regent sent​⁠‌ me. He said​‌ the number of​‌ people Your Highness⁠ was bringing was​‍⁠ no small matter,​‍ and since none​‌ of them are​ familiar with the​ Empire’s customs, my‍‌ help would be‌​‌ necessary.”

The‌⁠ messenger officer was​⁠ a role in‍ charge of diplomacy.​

In‍ other words, his‍‌‌ job was to⁠​ venture alone into⁠⁠ unfamiliar cultures and‌‍​ successfully negotiate.

That’s​ why his ability​ to analyze and⁠‍‌ understand foreign customs​‌ was far greater‌‍‌ than that of‌⁠‍ any ordinary official.⁠

“He​ said that, even⁠‌​ if managing outsiders⁠ isn’t exactly my‌​ specialty, I could‌‍⁠ still handle it⁠​‍ much better than​​​ other officials, so‌ he ordered me⁠‌​ to go ahead⁠ and assist Your‍ Highness.”

“Well,⁠ what a thoughtful⁠‍​ man.”

Lucian​‌ said that, but​ he couldn’t hide​‍ his smile.

Making‌‍ up for a lack of proper​‍ personnel by using‍‍ the available talent‍‌ was also a skill of a good administrator.

In​​ that regard, Hans’s‌ judgment had been⁠‌ flawless.

He​​⁠ hadn’t sent a simple bureaucrat, but⁠‍‌ a diplomatic officer‍⁠ used to dealing‌⁠​ with people from‌⁠ different cultures.

‘If⁠‌‍ he had just⁠‌ a bit more⁠ experience, he wouldn’t​‌ have fallen for​​‍ Dominic’s tricks… the​‍ timing just wasn’t​ right.’

It​‍ was unfortunate, but‌‌ people grow through⁠ trials. As unpleasant⁠‍‌ as it was,⁠ this experience would⁠⁠ help Hans mature​ further.

After‌‌​ sorting out his⁠ thoughts, Lucian looked​​ at Fritz and​ asked.

“What’s⁠​ the current situation⁠‌ in Asagrim? Has​​‌ anything unusual happened?”‌

“As‌‍​ Your Highness ordered,​‍ all exclusive trade​‌ rights were granted⁠ to the Dominic‌⁠‍ Company, and all‍ transactions are being‌​ done on credit.”‍‌

“Has‌⁠​ the Dominic Company‍ or any other​ company shown dissatisfaction​​‍ with that?”

“There‌‌‌ seem to have‌‍ been some disputes‍‍⁠ over the monopoly,​⁠ but strangely, there’s​​⁠ been no reaction‍ regarding the credit.‍‍ To be honest,​ it’s suspicious.”

Fritz​​ frowned, as if​ he couldn’t make‍​ sense of it.‍ No matter how‍‍⁠ favorable, merchants were⁠⁠‌ usually extremely wary‌⁠⁠ of credit.

There‍ were many cases‌‌​ where people received​ goods on credit​‌​ and then pretended⁠‍ not to owe‍​ anything.

However,⁠‍​ the Dominic Company,​⁠​ despite having accumulated⁠‍‌ an enormous sum‌‌​ on credit, remained‌‌ eerily quiet.

“This‍‌ is just my⁠ opinion, but I think they’re hiding‍⁠ some kind of‍‌⁠ plan. I urge​ Your Highness to​ be cautious.”

“No⁠‍ need to worry.‌​‍ I already know​‍ what they’re planning.”⁠⁠

“Eh?‍‌ What do you‍ mean…?”

“If​⁠⁠ I tell you‌ now, it ruins⁠ the fun. Better‍ to see it​ with your own⁠​​ eyes later. By‍ the way, is⁠⁠ there still space​ in Asagrim? If​‍ possible, I’d like⁠ to resettle everyone‌ there.”

Lucian​ wiped the playful⁠⁠ smile from his‌​ face and asked‌‌ seriously.

“Hmm,‌⁠ I’m afraid it’s‌ impossible to move‍‍ them all. During​ Your Highness’s absence,‍‌ quite a few‌‍‌ new people settled‌‌ there.”

“What‍‍ about distributing them⁠ properly among nearby‌ territories?”

“That‌​‍ seems doable. The‌ areas left empty‌ when the residents‍ of the former⁠ Calix domains were‌‌‌ relocated still haven’t‍ been fully repopulated.”‍​

“Good.‍‍‌ Then we’ll do‌​ that.”

Lucian​‍ called Ainar and‌​​ tasked him with⁠ selecting which tribe‌⁠⁠ members would be‍​ distributed to other⁠​ territories.

Since⁠ they were going⁠ to be separated,‍ it was better‌‌​ to keep familiar‌​​ faces together.

If‍⁠​ they were randomly⁠ mixed and families​​ or close people‍ split up, problems​‌​ would surely arise‌​‌ later.

“I’m‌‍‌ entrusting you with​​ full authority over⁠​ the five tribes.‍ Choose and assign⁠ the people who⁠ will be dispersed.​‌⁠ If you need‌⁠​ the former tribe⁠ chiefs, call on‍ them and use​ them.”

“Yes,‍​ my lord.”

“Helen‌ and Marius will​​ stay here and​​ explain the situation‌⁠ so that the‌ tribes being split‍​‌ off don’t feel‌‌ anxious. It would​ be a problem‍​ if they thought​ I had abandoned‍​‌ them.”

“We’ll‌​ make sure to‍⁠ calm them and‍ prevent any confusion.”​

“Fritz,‌‍‍ consult with Ainar​ about the tribe’s⁠‍ culture, but make‍​ sure Helen or‌ Marius is always‌ present. If it’s‌‍ just the two⁠⁠ of you talking,​‍‍ something could easily⁠‌ be misunderstood.”

“I’ll⁠ keep that in‌ mind.”

At​ Lucian’s clear and⁠​ direct orders, his​ allies bowed in‍ unison.

After⁠ establishing the detailed​⁠‌ plans, Lucian selected​​ the people he⁠ would take to​ Asagrim and set​ off once more.‌⁠

The⁠​ minor matters were‍‍‍ resolved; only one⁠‍⁠ thing remained.

“The‍ rest will return⁠‌​ with me to​ Asagrim. Prepare yourselves.”​⁠​

“Yes!”‌​‍

Upon​‍‌ hearing the firm‍‌ reply from his​‍ companions, Lucian looked‍ in the direction‍‍ of Asagrim.

It‍‌⁠ was the moment⁠ when the master‌‍⁠ of White Castle⁠ returned home.

***⁠‍

Ainar‍​‍ selected those who⁠ would be dispersed‍​​ among the five⁠ tribes, excluding the​‌⁠ Blue Dragon Tribe.⁠‌‍

Specifically,⁠​ he chose most​‌‌ from the Red​⁠‍ Wolf Tribe. The‌⁠ tribe members, who‌‍ suddenly found themselves⁠‍ separated from the​‍⁠ main group, were‌ confused.

“Why​ are we the‌​ ones staying here?”‍‍

“There’s‍⁠ not enough space‌‍‍ in the capital⁠‍ where the king​​ resides, so there’s‌⁠​ no other choice.”‍​​

“Why​ us, though?! We⁠⁠ want to serve‍‍ the king up⁠⁠ close too!”

“Everyone⁠ feels the same.⁠ The issue was‍ your former leader’s​‌ behavior.”

“What⁠ do you mean?”‍‌​

“The‌⁠​ tribe chief who⁠‍ ruled over you⁠ before was extremely⁠​ disrespectful toward the​‍ king. He almost​​ gathered his followers‍‌ with the intent⁠‌ to harm him.”‌​

“…!”​

“I⁠ can’t tell who⁠‍⁠ among you followed‌‌ him and who​ is loyal to⁠‌‍ the king, so‌‍ I had no​ choice but to‌ separate all of‌‍ you.”

Though⁠ that was his‍‍ explanation, it was​‍ only half true.​⁠‌ What did the‍ former chief’s absence​​​ have to do⁠‌ with the tribe‍ members?

However,‌⁠ if he didn’t⁠ give them a reason for why‌ they were at‍ a disadvantage compared⁠‌​ to the others,⁠‌ resentment would build​ up. What mattered⁠ was where to‍⁠‌ direct that resentment.‌‌

“I⁠‌ didn’t want it‌‍ to be this‍⁠ way either. If​​ you’re going to⁠​‌ hold a grudge,⁠⁠‍ hold it against‍‌‍ the tribe chief​‍ you used to⁠⁠‌ serve.”

“Damn⁠‍ it…!”

The‌‍ tribe members, furious​‌⁠ at not being‍‍⁠ able to follow‌ the king, stomped⁠⁠‌ the ground in‍‍‍ frustration.

Even⁠‌​ though they came​‌ from a tribal⁠ society, they weren’t​ ignorant of the‍‌​ rules of the‍​ human world. The⁠ closer you were⁠​ to power, the‍‍ greater the benefits.⁠⁠

Now‍‌ that they were‍ distanced from Lucian,​‌‍ it was obvious‍​‍ those benefits would​ decrease.

“Useless⁠ tribe chief!”

“What‍​‍ about that oath⁠‍ of loyalty you⁠​ swore the moment​⁠ you saw the‌‍⁠ king?! Was it‌​⁠ all a lie?!”⁠⁠

“What‍ the hell did​ you say to⁠‍​ him?!”

“You​‍​ weren’t the only​‍ one who was⁠ rude!”

Naturally,⁠⁠ all the resentment‍‍​ fell on the‌‌ former tribe chief​ who had disrespected‌ the king. Broindolf,‍⁠⁠ the ex-chief of‍‍​ the Red Wolf‌‍ Tribe, was about‌​⁠ to go mad⁠ from the injustice.‍​‍

He​ hadn’t been the​ only one to⁠ object; all the‌ chiefs had. Why​​‍ was he the⁠ only one singled​ out?

“The‍​ others did it⁠‌‍ too! All of⁠‌‍ us acted the‌‍ same!”

“So​‍​ you admit you​ were rude to⁠‌ the king?”

“No,‌‌ that’s not what​ I…”

“See?‍ Just as we⁠‌ thought!”

“It’s⁠‍​ all your fault!”‍

Broindolf’s‍⁠ excuses were useless.‍

No​‌‍ matter what he‍‌ said, if he⁠‌ had behaved better‌‌ from the beginning,​⁠ none of this‌⁠ would have happened.‌​

For‌ the tribe members,⁠⁠⁠ regardless of the⁠⁠​ reasons, Broindolf had⁠​⁠ created the excuse‌⁠‍ — and that‍‍‌ was enough to⁠ blame him.

The‍⁠ former chiefs of‍‍‍ the other tribes​‌‍ swallowed hard at‍ the sight of‌​⁠ Broindolf becoming the‍⁠ scapegoat.

‘If‍​ we make a wrong move, won’t‌⁠ we end up‌⁠⁠ the same?’

‘Of‍ course we will.‌⁠‍ If needed, the‌ king wouldn’t hesitate‌ to offer us​‌ as sacrifices.’

‘…To⁠​ hell with power.⁠​ Better to live‌⁠​ quietly for the‍‌​ rest of our‍‍ lives.’

The‍‍‌ former tribe chiefs‌ decided to completely⁠⁠ let go of‍ whatever ambition they‌‍‌ had left. Without​​ even realizing it,​⁠‌ Lucian had already‌ completed the internal‍ cleansing.

Lucian‍​ then headed to‌‍ Asagrim’s White Castle,⁠‍ ready to sweep‌⁠ out the unwelcome⁠​‍ guests who had‍ trashed his house‍ while the master‌‍ was away.

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